Arya quietly entered the small, dimly lit shop, holding the door open for Lowen. "We'll find out what's wrong, I promise."
The heavy, wooden door slammed closed behind them, and she winced.
The shop was full of bottles and vials of miscellaneous sizes, most filled with potions that looked like they'd torture you agonizingly before giving you the mercy of death.
Various animal skins hung on the wall, along with some ivory horns, some very dangerous looking dragon teeth, and even half of a dragon wing.
The ceiling of the store was just as full as the walls were, and if you looked hard enough, there was even a unicorn horn hanging from the ceiling.
There wasn't a single window in the shop, all of the light coming from a few sparse candles throughout the shop.
Then, a voice rang out, deep, and unsettling.
"Welcome, travelers! What can I do for y—" the voice cut itself off as the owner of the voice came into view, a tall, muscular man, at least 7'5, nothing really out of the ordinary except that he had two maroon horns on top of his head. His green eyes flashed in recognition upon seeing Arya.
"You." He finished, angrily setting down the vial of bubbling black liquid on the counter.
"You!" His voice grew accusatory, as he advanced toward Arya, one hand clenched into a fist.
"You have a lot of nerve, waltzing into my shop," he growled, towering over her and then just noticing Lowen.
He beamed a quick smile at Lowen.
"My anger is not with you, lad. Please, look around, while I deal with this...sorry excuse for a human."
Arya scowled.
"That was a year ago! Can't we just forget it?"
"You tried to kill me!" He practically yelled, his voice shaking the bottles on the shelf.
