In the more upscale portions of Kaasan a small shop stood blending well with the other buildings around it, at least on the outside. Its windows were shaded blocked by blinds, and the only sign of just what the building was for was a weather beaten sign that merely read, 'Apothecary, Potions, Philters and Ingredients' on the thick oaken door. Within the front of the shop was filled with all manner of things various nick knacks and bits of animals and strange creatures arranged in display cases and upon shelves. The back third of the room, was cut off by a large wooden counter with a well shined finish on its surface. Behind it stood a metal display case lined with vials full of liquids of many colors and consistencies.<br/><br/>The final detail of note though was a trapdoor inset into the floor behind the shops counter, which lead down away from the facade given to customers. The air below was humid and thick with various smells carried upon it. The faint sounds of bubbling and boiling liquids could be heard as well as the one followed the sturdy wooden ladder lower into the lab portion. The ladder would lead one too a hallway of stone one side lay a small chamber furnished only with a simple cot and a small chest filled with spare clothing, on the opposite however lay a sprawling lab with multiple cauldrons burning, lurid firelight casting things into sharp relief.<br/><br/>The only living being in the room was hunched over a merrily bubbling cauldron of some odd greenish silver liquid hurriedly scribbling notes into a sheaf of parchment and muttering to himself, not that anyone not well versed in potion making and alchemy would have any idea what his odd ramblings meant. Suddenly though he sat up with a start, and glanced down at his wrist, upon it a single rune was fading away.<br/><br/>"Damnation, I spent all night on my Essence of the Brute," he grumbles casting a faintly annoyed look to the boiling cauldron. Sighing he stands brushing the bits of the various ingredients from his robes. Idly he formed a brief mystic pass and the fires in the room simmered lower until they were little more than glowing coals. "Time to open the shop I suppose." The young mage mutters to himself casting a longing glance to his bed as he passes the room and moves upstairs.<br/><br/>He lights a few of the candelabra placed to cast relief on the dim shops contents and showcase its good with minor bits of magic, and unlocked the front door opening it only to hang the small open sign underneath the Title sign. That done he returned to his counter, stretching his limbs to work out the kinks of a night spent in the lab, and stepped behind the counter to await any customers the day might bring.