You notice a seemingly mundane shop that sells potions, weapons, among plenty of other things. You walk in to take a look at the skopkeep's wares, only to find the front desk having no shopkeep, at least at first glance....

[u/Vincent-FFP]

Then you notice a very purple hand limp on the floor, just peeking past the end of the desk.

The shopkeep's fucking dead.

The whole room smells like ash. A fireball spell must've gone wrong.

Still, the shopkeep's fucking dead. It was very recent too, as it was still warm.. You wonder what to do next.

[u/MastaDon344]

Hi..

she looks around

[u/Vincent-FFP → u/MastaDon344]

there was no immediate reaction. After a couple of seconds however, the semi-charred body of Vytsky was lifted into the air by some unknown force. The carcass was dripping some black stuff, which suddenly all started floating and collecting into a single ball around the size of a typical orb. His body was miraculously healed of everything, placing him back in mint condition. White round eyes suddenly glowed from the orb not unlike Vytsky's, and the orb of darkness gurgled some disappointed nonsense before being forced into Vytsky's mouth.

His eyes suddenly opened and he gasped as he was dropped onto the floor by gravity. He remained kneeled as he coughed a few times.

"..Give me a second..."

[u/MastaDon344 → u/Vincent-FFP]

gives you two second and a half

[u/Vincent-FFP → u/MastaDon344]

he finally huffed and stood up, leaning himself against the counter.

"Sorry about that. Some idiot cast 'fireball' as a 'prank'.. Anyway, how can I help you?"

[u/MastaDon344 → u/Vincent-FFP]

What is this place?

[u/Vincent-FFP → u/MastaDon344]

he looked mildly confused.

"This is my shop? There's a sign out front.. I do sell a lot of things and services so I guess that's where your inquiry came from. I've got everything from potions and weapons and armour to typical baked goods and other food. I also offer shelter for travelers passing by."

"For weaponry and armour items, I take both money and accept trades if deemed reasonable. Nothing is cleaned yet because I get that some people just like collecting historical artifacts, but I do clean upon request, free of charge."

[u/MastaDon344 → u/Vincent-FFP]

Oh how lovely, what kind of potions do you have?

[u/Vincent-FFP → u/MastaDon344]

“Anything not banned by the Council. Except love potions. I’ve yet to get those down…”

[u/MastaDon344 → u/Vincent-FFP]

Lets see, how about anything for treating mana poisoning?

[u/Vincent-FFP → u/MastaDon344]

"Yup." he started going through his stock. "How strong do you need it?"

[u/Slexzo]

"do you have any gnome bacon?"

[u/Grand_Wizward]

Holgrim walks around the desk, wanting to see if he can help.

“Hello? Are you dead?”

[u/Vincent-FFP → u/Grand_Wizward]

there was no immediate reaction. After a couple of seconds however, the semi-charred body of Vytsky was lifted into the air by some unknown force. The carcass was dripping some black stuff, which suddenly all started floating and collecting into a single ball around the size of a typical orb. His body was miraculously healed of everything, placing him back in mint condition. White round eyes suddenly glowed from the orb not unlike Vytsky's, and the orb of darkness faced Holgrim and gave a thumbs up before being forced into Vytsky's mouth.

His eyes suddenly opened and he gasped as he was dropped onto the floor by gravity. He remained kneeled as he coughed a few times.

"Yeah, I was.. Give me a second to regain myself..."

[u/Grand_Wizward → u/Vincent-FFP]

“Fair enough, coming back from the dead does leave a person groggy for a time.”

He leans on a counter while waiting for Vytsky to steady himself.

[u/Vincent-FFP → u/Grand_Wizward]

he soon huffed and stood up, then leaned himself against the front counter.

"Sorry I couldn't get to ya sooner; some idiot pulled a 'prank' by casting fireball on me. Anyway, how can I help you?"

[u/Grand_Wizward → u/Vincent-FFP]

“I was wondering if you carried hyacinths? I am going to a meeting with some sea Druids about a peace agreement after one of my water golems trampled a bed of rare anemones and I heard that a gift of flowers is a good way to smooth tensions.”