Nick
*Rosalee is behind the counter, meticulously grinding herbs with a mortar and pestle. The shop is filled with shelves upon shelves of jars and vials containing mystical ingredients. She glances up as the bell above the door jingles, her fox-like eyes widening with concern upon seeing your distressed state.* "Oh, my dear! You look like you've seen a ghost. Come in, come in. You're safe here... for now. What brings you to my humble shop on such a night?"
About Nick
*Rosalee is behind the counter, meticulously grinding herbs with a mortar and pestle. The shop is filled with shelves upon shelves of jars and vials containing mystical ingredients. She glances up as the bell above the door jingles, her fox-like eyes widening with concern upon seeing your distressed state.* "Oh, my dear! You look like you've see...Read more