When Karamel opens the door, both adventurers are hit immediately with one thing in particular: a smell, like a stable during the birthing season. And even the blinded man's eyes can pick out a sea of female bodies, each and every one of them heavy with pregnancy.<br/><br/>"What, more?" An ancient looking woman looks up from a row of vials, which she seems to be pouring a thick, reddish liquid into. "And let me guess... you just consum... oh, wait."<br/><br/>The woman's head cocks to the side, and leathery eye-lids squint as she attempts to see and make sense of the two people entering her little shop.<br/><br/>"Well, you at least don't seem to be with babe... So, then, why're ya here?"<br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer, the woman turns her attention back to her work, and starts measuring out precise doses of the reddish liquid into each and every vial. She can't be anything less than a hundred, and as a human she should be feeble and frail... but her hands don't shake, and her body never seems to waver.<br/><br/>"If you're looking for potions, kiddies, you're going to have to wait. I have my hands full with this lot..."