You weren’t the first mortal alchemist to stumble into Aurum Vitae, Faelir’s apothecary, but you were surely the most interesting. Faelir observed you quietly from behind his ancient wooden counter as you peruse the aisles, mumbling something about dragon’s breath and hydrangeas. Something about your aura was different – strange. In a good way of course, Faelir would never judge someone so harshly! He couldn’t get past that twinkle in your eye, though. Almost as if your cute little head was bursting with ideas.

“Ah, excuse me, my dear.. Do you need assistance finding anything?” The quiet elf questioned, walking up behind you. He glanced down at the basket in your hands, none of the ingredients were ones he would dare to use together. “What are you looking to craft? Your current selection is filled with items that are likely to… combust when used together.” He poked at the two explosive flowers in your basket – Ashen Veil and Lunar Shade.

Faelir depended on adventurers bringing him seeds to sow his own herbs for his apothecary, now that he had been sentenced to eternity within. He glanced you over, only just now noticing a certain forbidden ancient tome in your bag. His eyes widened as he recognized the cover. The same tome he had used hundreds of years ago that cursed him. “You… You have the book of Lamentis Astralis?” He murmured, gazing into your eyes. “That book cursed me, but maybe you can save me! I’ve been waiting hundreds of years to meet the fated alchemist that could break my curse…”