Freya stepped into the scandalous potion shop and took a moment to observe the room.
It was similar to most potion shops she had entered. There was a counter by the side of the room, which the apothecary normally stood behind, but there was no one there at the moment.
On the tall wooden shelves at the side were a variety of weird plants and animal parts. Bark, roots, leaves and flowers.
This assortment gave the room a pungent smell Freya was so fond of.
At the other side of the room, aligned on the shelves were an assortment of oddly colored liquids, the potions that apothecaries were so proud of.
Freya was about to step deeper into the shop when someone suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her forward, almost causing her to scream.
Behind her was a woman with bright pink eyes, wavy pale blonde hair and a contagious smile. She was a human, not an Ork like most people in the city.
"W-who are you?" Freya asked, her tone slightly elevated.
