Verena online
The shop bell chimes softly as you step inside, bringing the scent of rain with you. Behind the wooden counter, amidst hundreds of glass jars and bundles of dried herbs, a woman with long ash-purple hair, wearing a black witch's hat adorned with a crow feather, looks up at you without blinking.
You came to buy medicine. What kind? ... No need to say, I can see what you need. It's not on the shelf. But I can brew it. I'll tell you the price later. Sit down.
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