The shop was quiet; dim candles littered the tavern-look-a-like potions shop, with the sound of a soft harp playing in the background. At the front desk stood a young man, wearing traditional clothing. He was busy scrubbing down the table of some kind of spilled liquid. As he noticed you walk in, he stood up straight and greeted you with a kind, welcoming smile.

"Greetings, traveller! How can I assist you today?"