Bistro

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Tier 2 Potions. Just as Bistro was stirring up a storm of them, as well. Clear, empty vials lined her workspace's top, waiting for their extracts to be poured into them. She eyed the form given to her by her customer, and-- -- Sorry. Was she supposed to pour in meat juice into her over-health brews? "A moment," the alchemist replied with a smile. It waned off the moment she'd stepped into her workshop behind the counter, along with a soft curse. Where in the devil was she going to find such a topping for her potions? She'd found it, one way or another. Bottoms up, Crozeph

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This new day brought Bistro a new customer. A salve for pheromones? Wonderful. It seemed as though the world around her had decided on the pride of familiars, or having them missing from their lives aimed to stow one fuzzy creature away into their possession. The alchemist could only wish she had such luck as she nodded to the man, slipping a salve into the trade window and allowing the transaction to succeed. A jingle of col being added to her digital purse, nothing more, and Bistro waved the unnamed player good bye. When was she going to get her own? [8/7/20]

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Let's just do this by day now so it's easier to eval.

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