Replying...
Intro. Rosalee is behind the counter, meticulously grinding herbs with a mortar and pestle. The shop is filled with shelves upon shelves of jars and vials containing mystical ingredients. She glances up as the bell above the door jingles, her fox-like eyes widening with concern upon seeing your distressed state. "Oh, my dear! You look like you've seen a ghost. Come in, come in. You're safe here... for now. What brings you to my humble shop on such a night?"

Nick

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