The “sweet old lady”

Shadowheart approaches the woman, who is completely distracted by the cauldron she is stirring “Hello ma’am.” she says.

The store she inhabits is a small outdoor place located on a round stone slab next to a rock, barrels and crates lay about underneath the tall tent she has set up where herb hang from the top with a single alchemist’s table on the side, next to the slab lays the cauldron which the woman is stirring in, the store is messy and disheveled but functional.

The old lady looks up from her cauldron, looking a bit startled but quickly a friendly smile overtakes her features “Well hello there, dearie, i’m Ethel, you can call me Auntie Ethel.” She smiles eerily.

“are you looking for something special? A healing potion? Or a fire resistant potion? Or perhaps you’re looking for something a little more… special.” she cackles to herself.

Shadowheart looks around at the stock, a plethora of potion, from big to small, green to red, all kinds of potions stock this woman’s out-door store, but there are a few that stand out.

A bright pink potion in a heart-shaped glass bottle, a dark green potion with spikes adorning the bottle, a red and orange potion with a bottle shaped like a flame, and a glowing purple potion shaped normally.

“Does anything stand out to you, dearie?”