Amethyst Boutique
Lying outside Angel’s Point, the mist that covered the entire floor rolled around swirling reaching up to the windows of a small building. The low slate tiled roof had a single chimney towards the front, the boards that the mist licked up towards the windows. The beaten door that is covered in scratch marks swings towards you an eerie creek sounding from the hinges. A sign dangles outside that consists of a red and blue gem striking through each other within a gold ring,