Alchemy at work

[Vox]

*For all who pass through Ashbury*

In the lower forested area close to the tavern where most gather, there is a small, temporary cabin that has been set up. Outside stands a large banner with the sigil of the merchants guild made of chainmail. The sounds of hammering, boiling liquids, and large heavy objects being shuffled about inside can be heard. Through the chimney, plumes of orange smoke waft out. The trees in the direct vicinity overhead are in various states of bloom. Some are withered untimely, some are blossoming when their branches have not seen life in many years. A leather is bolted to one of the cabin's posts reading: "To any that wish to purchase alchemical substances or scrolls, please make your mark and leave some manner of communication as to what you'd like. Prices are standard and potentially negotiable upon delivery. -Vox"

 

[Vox]

A massive explosion is heard, blowing out one side of the small cabin. Bits of metal, glass, and various liquids fly out of the new opening. A large plume of orange smoke erupts out and continues to pour into the air at a disturbing rate. Out of the other side of the cabin, a shape roughly the shape of the white-skinned elf that made it appears. Smoke shortly beings to pour out of that oriface as well. With a good portion of hair singed off, a beard in need of regrowing, and an uncontrollable spasm of muscles where his right eyebrow used to be, he pulls out a globe from a pouch on his belt. At first, he examines it for any damage, and seeing none, he hurls it into the reckage. A secondary explosion sounds and causes the already-damaged timbers to erupt into flames that begin to consume what's left of the structure. Looking around, he picks up a small leather bound book that had come out with him and stalks away towards the tavern and ideally, many drinks.