Ahead of them, Kael finally spotted it.
The potion shop stood slightly off the main road, marked by a faded sign and a row of dull-colored bottles displayed behind thick glass. It wasn't flashy, which made it perfect. Places like this didn't attract attention. They attracted necessity.
Exactly what he needed.
Kael stepped inside without hesitation. A bell rang above his head signaling his arrival and entry.
The sound was small, but it snapped clean through the quiet inside the shop. The moment he crossed the threshold, the scent hit him, sharp, bitter, layered with something medicinal that stung the nose. It wasn't unpleasant so much as it was honest, like the air itself didn't bother with comfort, only function.
Shelves lined the walls, filled with vials of varying sizes and colors, each faintly glowing under the dim light.
