"Thank you, Madam," The warlock caught reached his hand out for the earring and caught it with a mental grasp, socketing it to his left lobe. Looking at the Fiend sisters doing their cheer, he meerly stood aloof, in quiet appreciation. More than one naughty scene danced in the warlock's mind with one, two, or all three of them together...<br/><br/>"Anyways, the Drug St- er... Potion Shop is open," with a flurry and a wave of prestidigious flare, a crummy little stand plopped into the mud with a jangle of glass vials and cups, and the distinct liquid sound of fluid sloshing in the alembic of a still nearby. The vials were assorted sizes with different colors of liquid within them ranging from water soluable to viscous syrup. Their properties ranging from small strength and endurance potions, to mental stimulants and party sodas. Some had a *mild* addictive quality to them, but nothing that wouldnt hurt the average kolbold... who kept paying for them...<br/><br/>"All merchandise sold at cost, with a tiny markup fee of course..." Baro's smile was as oily as one of his potions.