#;potionmaking

     Silence enveloped the shop, only the gurgle of a roiling flask and occasional sound of a page being flipped. Thaddeus sat behind the long counter atop a stool, hunched over the surface as he scrutinized an arcane tome, glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose.

     The door at the front opened with a faint jingle, steely eyes flicked up to the wide windowed storefront. Nothing... Ah, there they are. Flipping the book shut, the lanky male straightened up some, though his elbow still rested on the counter and his cheek in his hand.