[i][color=a187be]"Morti. Sorry, not quite used to meeting new people. I'll give you one guess why."[/color][/i] he said rolling his eyes. [i][color=a187be]"Anyways, there's a shop not to far from here. Feather's Fall Apothecary. They'll have alchemical things there, potions, poisons, and what not. It's this way."[/color][/i] he turned around and gestured down one of the many streets. [color=a187be][i]You can come along too, Nora, if you feel you need anything, or if you just like the company."[/i][/color]

The walk was short and straight. Several buildings lined the streets, some looked run-down, others looked fair, some had signs, some didn't. Morti stopped in front of a wooden building with a circular sign above the door. A single white plume on an orange backdrop was painted on to it. In small black text underneath were the words "Feather's Fall Apothecary"

The door swung open on surprisingly well oiled hinges, revealing a large rectangular room, filled with a strong herbal smell. To their left were two bookshelves, lined with books, as well as a few display cases with flowers, and a window. To the right, behind a long desk spanning the horizontal length of the building [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/76/9f/ca/769fca80b97f7f0be35c2be00cf41106.jpg]An old white-haired man[/url] stood mixing various alchemical fluids. His desk was cluttered with tools Morti had never heard of, as well as some he had, and various ingredients.

The old man turned his attention to the party as they walked through the door. [i]"Ah, Morti! It's good to see you my boy! Anything I can get you? And who are your friends?"[/i]

[i][color=a187be]"Hey old man!, been doin' great!"[/color][/i] he turned to his party [color=a187be][i]"This is Wrys. Probably the nicest guy here. Of about, maybe ten nice people. Anyways, he'll get you what you need. You just gotta ask."[/i][/color]

[@Poi][@Wick]