The door opens with a creak, to reveal a giant of a man on the other end, so tall he must duck under the door, and so wide he can only barely enter by turning on his side. Eventually, though, the man squeezes through its limited frame. "Ey!" he shouts, with little care of how small and how strangely acoustic the shop is. "I am alchemist, buying . . . uhh . . . strong herb and potion ingredient. Having any?" His skill with the common language was loose at best. Without awaiting any answer of sorts, he begins rummaging around the bottle shelves, occasionally muttering something in his native language and stroking his massive beard. "Telling me of this 'dark void'. Is good medicine?"