The Potion Shop, That is Advertising "Help Wanted".

How could the very idea of a "Potion Shop" not be enticing enough to be your first stop? A purely fantastical place of business like this really makes you feel like a child again.

You pad yourself over to the entrance of the shop, taking care to avoid other, multitudes of different races going along with their day. Some take a second to look at you, and in the back of your mind you wonder if your clothes stand out, but that's not important right now. You reach the entrance in short time, and push it open, sounding off a little bell.

"I-I'll be right out, Please don't leave!" A squeaky voice calls out, followed by a bit of fumbling in the presumed back of the store, out of sight.

A few seconds later, a small, scaled (pangolin?) man walks out from a door behind the counter, wearing a smock a bit too large for him, and a pair of round heavily perscripted pair of eyeglasses. His eyes widen a bit, presumably in awe, at you, and he quickly makes his way over.

"A human? Why are you in the commoner's district, sir?" He queries, coming to stand a foot and some change away from you, looking upwards to meet your eye.

You're a bit perplexed as to why everyone you have met has asked what a human is doing around here. Perhaps your kind are rare? It's no matter to you, right now though. "I saw your "help wanted" sign, and came to see if I could take the job. I'm a bit low on cash right now. My name is Stephan." You say, putting on a cordial tone of voice.

He snickers at your words, before comporting himself. "Ah, sorry sir. I've never heard of a human being strapped for cash. I'd love to have your help. I'll pay you handsomely!" He adds, a little excited.

"What is the job, then? Gathering materials of some sort?" You ask, trying to be proactive. "Oh, ah- No, sir." He turns his head away, holding it in his scaled hand. "Perhaps a human isn't the correct specimen. It's a bit... bit your species, Sir." He says, losing his enthusiasm.

"Please, I'd be happy to help. I'm no noble, you know. Tell me what it entails and then we'll see if I'm still up for it."

He meets your eyes again, still wondering if you're being sincere, but decides to tell you anyways. "I have recently been able to procure a brew of potion that is able to grow objects, or even living things." He says. "The problem is, is that the brew must be mixed with the saliva of another living being. Of course this wouldn't be an issue, normally. I no sooner found this out than I mixed it with my own. Obviously, this didn't work, and I've come to the conclusion that the saliva must be in a moist environment when applying." He says, making sure you keep up in his explanation.

"To put it simply, I need to have another person.... uhm. I need to have another person apply the brew with their tongue." he loses eye contact, looking downward at your shoes in embarrassment. "Is... that all right with you, Sir?"