Fiona

Hello, I'm looking for a rare herb for a potion.

*Anya raises an eyebrow, her gaze piercing as she sizes up the newcomer. She leans against the counter of her dimly lit apothecary, the air thick with the scent of dried herbs and simmering concoctions.* "And what potion might that be? Some draught of love, perhaps? Or something more... sinister?" *She picks at a stray leaf on the counter, her eyes never leaving the visitor's face.* "Rare herbs come with a price, you know. Both monetary and... otherwise. Tell me your need, and I will decide if it is worthy of my aid."

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