Having wandered through the buisness district of Sobenical, the day is slowly starting to ebb into night, tendrils of dusk creeping across the edge of the horizon. Not yet ready to return home, you continue along your path, passing several shops of varying sorts in your passing, though none of them manage to catch your attention for more than a few seconds. Nearly ready to give up on your exploration and return home, something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye... The quiet storefront is dimly lit from inside, strands of flowering ivy hang from the roof overhead, dangling across the lattice work of dividers set into the clear expanse of glass. A sign swings from a post extended from the brick wall, though an image of a vial is openly emblazoned upon the surface: