Staring at the building that houses the potion shop, trying to will it to reveal its secrets and its mistress, to not much of a way of solutions. Sure, you could try to sneak through a window or pick a lock, something even a novice spellcaster would see coming from a mile away and set up all sorts of deadly traps and counter measures. Which does explain why the local kitty riffraff is giving the building a wide berth, the traffic going out of the way to avoid that side of the street. Looking closer at the nearby sidewalk and wondering what that pile of charred bones is doing there.<br/><br/>Scanning the traffic some more and already seeing a few catgirls watching casually from across the street or on rooftops or from the alleyways. Waiting for something to happen, perhaps your exploding corpse to make an appearance so as to best get to it for some fast and sultry looting. The two nearest catgirls from across the street are putting on a convincing performance, the both of them madly kissing and licking and fingering each other, or at least pretending too...