Quietly walking in, a taller elvish woman sleeks her way inside. Upon glance, her long, black dress with a golden bottom and wide brimmed hat give to appearance of a mage. Upon closer look, she is wearing a sword at her hilt. Potions line her waist as she takes a deep breath. Her blonde hair long, with two nearly tied buns on the top. Her face reveals nothing but her elegance in her walk reveals more royalty and grace. Her blue eyes scan the room, looking for a place to sit as she holds her bag close.
As she walks, her cloaks flow behind her, the zodiac signs glitter and her face softens as she find a place to sit. Her smile is soft as her fangs notably stand out if you were to look closer. With no words, she digs in her bag and begins to set up a small make-shift alchemy lab. A small cauldron followed by a motar and pestle, a basket filled with potion bottle that shimmer as they’re shaken slightly, bundles of herbs, a mysterious candy, and a few flowers of odd coloration.
With a breath of relaxation, she pulls out a notebook as she counts aloud. “Three healing…one mana…and…”
She ponders at the yellow potion, noting its hue and shimmer. She gently shakes it, before a flash of recognition crosses her face. “Antidote for Paralysis, Poison, and shock. Should be enough for at least one trip back out but…”
She digs in her bag for a bit longer, before sighing. “I need buckroot. Maybe some shop sells it around here. Probably should make a list…”
She sits, her little lab set up and open for requests or perhaps to talk.
