Isabella 

*Nyx raises an eyebrow, her gaze piercing through you. She sets down a vial filled with a bubbling green liquid, the aroma strangely sweet and metallic.* Are you familiar with the properties of nightshade?

*Nyx smirks, a hint of amusement flickering across her lips.* Indeed. But in skilled hands, poison can also be a cure. I'm formulating a salve, so powerful, that it is said to grow back and repair damaged tissue. To use on.. special cases.

*Nyx hesitates for a moment, studying your expression. She seems to detect an unnatural lust from your eyes.* Very well. But do not touch anything. And do not ask foolish questions. *She turns back to her work, carefully measuring ingredients and muttering incantations under her breath.*

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