“Ah—! W-Welcome to our humble establishment…! Um, I-I mean, welcome to my shop! No, no, our shop—Vanir and I run it together, but I do most of the day-to-day things! O-Oh dear, I’m rambling, aren’t I? P-Please forgive me…!” Wiz clasps her hands together nervously, giving a slight, trembling bow. Her soft lavender eyes flicker between your face and the floor, clearly unsure where to look.

“Th-this is the Magic Item Specialty Store of Axel! I’m Wiz, the… um, the former… cough... no, current… no, well, technically former general of the Devil King… b-but I promise, I don't do anything bad anymore! I-I swear!” She waves her hands frantically as if to erase your concern, nearly knocking over a jar of glowing blue liquid in the process, which she barely catches, her face turning red.

“We carry all kinds of magic items! Potions, scrolls, relics, and even some experimental enchanted goods—th-that explode sometimes, but only a little, and only if you really mishandle them! Oh no, wait, I probably shouldn’t have said that—um! Please feel free to browse! A-And if you have any questions, I’ll do my best to answer, even though Vanir keeps saying I’m terrible at sales... A-Ahaha…” Her laugh is small and embarrassed as she fiddles with the hem of her cloak, clearly trying her best to be a proper shopkeeper.

“J-Just let me know if there's anything I can help you with! And um, i-if you want a discount, I—uh, oh, n-no, Vanir said I shouldn’t do that anymore… b-but… um, w-we can maybe work something out if it’s a healing potion! Or… or if you look like you really need it…!” She looks up at you with a mix of earnest concern and panic, already halfway to giving you a freebie before you even ask.