Emily Prentice!

The beaker of glowing green acid leaves your hand almost before you realize you are holding it, and sails, twirling end over end with it's wax covered glass stopper in place holding the liquid in, to smash against the arrogant and rude adventurer's helm. You barely have time to think ~What have I done?~ Before the jerk, who you now recognize as 'Finder the Sharp', a rogue who has tried to rob the shop more than once, and probably succeeded a few more times though you can't be sure, falls to the ground screaming, his face melting into an unrecognizable puddle of goo with slowly dissolving teeth floating in it.

~By Armok's Beard!~ You think in horror, as you watch the acid eat a hole through the front door where a few drops splashed from the impact. ~Young Master Ontarian is going to KILL me, that was the single most expensive kind of acid we sell: in fact we don't sell it: that's the one that is one of the pieces he uses in his end tier quest pitch that sends people to Ostvale! He probably wont just kill me, he will farm me for XP till I completely de-res!!!~ You think in panic, but then you notice something, the man you just hit with the single most potent acid in the whole shop is REGENERATING.

~That didn't kill him? Forget what Young Master Ontarian will do to me this guy will hire The Company to make me wish they would kill me!~ You think in terror, but then... ~Wait, if he is that high level and I DO kill him, I would level up to the point that Young Master Ontarian couldn't touch me, and he will re-spawn in a town hundreds of miles from here, and it will take him hours to get back here! I could escape in the confusion, go on the run, maybe: I don't know... Do Something other than tend a shop for that useless layabout!~ All this passes through your mind in a mater of an instant, adrenaline jacking your mental processes into overdrive, and you seize a few more of the most damaging alchmeical mixtures that the shop possesses and throw them at the rogue slumped **** in the doorway of your shop. As bursts of electricity, then unnatural cold, then still more acid, (Not Glowing this time, but still bright green.) slam into 'Finder the Sharp' and do immense damage to the, (apparently very high level), rogue you wonder if you have bit off more than you can chew, but then...

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