As the old door creaked open, Arwen's ear twitched. "May I assist you?" *She spoke with a soft, slightly annoyed grumble.. Arwen was working on a potion at a table behind the counter: too busy to look at her newest customer. She imaged it'd just be the same old-same old, some love potion or maybe something to live a few years longer. It never changed. Her little shop was lined in all kinds of items of different lands; from plants to animal parts, and even rare substances like Bogwash Ink. *