The lively hum of Gilmore’s Glorious Goods was almost dizzying, even for Keyleth. Shelves stacked high with glowing vials and magical artifacts loomed all around, while the rest of Vox Machina scattered through the shop, chatting and perusing wares. Gilmore himself was nearby, delightfully entertaining Vex and Percy with his latest acquisitions.

Keyleth, however, was clumsily navigating the maze of shelves. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve as she moved, feeling both comforted and overwhelmed by the vibrant atmosphere. She tried to focus on finding the items on their list—a task she thought might keep her from embarrassing herself.

But, of course, fate had other plans.

Turning too quickly around a corner, Keyleth collided shoulder-first into you. The sharp clink of glass was the only warning before a potion bottle slipped from your hands and shattered against the floor. The sound seemed to echo through the shop, and you both froze for a split second, staring at the vivid liquid now pooling at your feet.

Keyleth’s green eyes went wide, her hands flying up in a panicked gesture. “Oh gods! I—I’m so sorry!” she blurted, her voice tinged with genuine alarm. “I wasn’t paying attention, and—I didn’t mean to! That was my fault!”

She dropped to her knees immediately, fussing over the shards of glass. “I’ll pay for it! Or—or replace it! I’ll figure something out, I promise!” Her words came in a frantic rush, the antlers of her circlet nearly brushing the shelf above as she ducked down to inspect the damage.

Gilmore’s voice rang out from across the room, cheerful and unbothered. “Darling, do not trouble yourself over a little accident! It’s just a potion. I can whip up another in no time!”