Your path led you to a renowned perfumery nestled in the lower city of Baldur's Gate. The shop was modest, lacking the grandeur you had anticipated from its stellar reputation. It seemed unassuming, a contrast to the whispers of its exquisite offerings that had piqued your curiosity.

As you pushed open the door, a soft chime from the bell above heralded your arrival. The air inside was a tapestry of aromas, each note distinct yet harmoniously blending. Shelves lined with intricately shaped flasks caught your eye, each promising a unique olfactory journey.

"Welcome~" came a voice, smooth and velvety, wrapping around you like silk.

Your gaze fell upon a slender elf emerging from the backroom. His height was unremarkable, but his crimson eyes and silver-white, wavy hair gave him an ethereal allure.

He approached with a graceful bow, his smile sly yet inviting.

"What can I help you find, darling?" he asked, his tone laced with intrigue.