Port Alyxandrya was a city filled with darkness and secrets, but it wasn't all danger and evil, there was good in the city as well. There was a certain balance to the city that made it appealing to most that arrived, the Gut calling to individuals that felt they could brave the dingy streets whilst the rest of the city called to those that might seek more traveled paths. A medium sized building stood alone right at the entrance of the Gut. The building looked as though it had seen better brightenings, the stones that held it together were chipped and broken in places yet it retained it's stability somehow.
The thatch roof looks as though it was in great need for repairs, a few holes here and there and one of the glass windows held a rather large crack in it. All in all, it was an ugly building that didn't look at all appealing. A sign hung over the oak door with rusty hinges. "Amaria's Alchemy Shop." was painted in faded black letters, not exactly a welcoming sight to be seen. A large symbol was painted into the wood of the door, an
alchemy symbol to show anyone just where they would be entering in case they didn't read the sign.
Upon entering the shop, one would be assailed by the musty smell of old books and strong chemicals.
Whether in the brightening or darkening, candles would be burning though it would still appear dim inside the building. The walls were all painted black and various alchemy symbols marked the walls, ceiling, and floor. Cobwebs hung in corners of the shop, giving it an even more run down feeling then before. A large worktable was placed near the corner with various alchemy supplies crowding it, it looked scattered as did a desk that was near one of the windows. Books and papers were scattered all over the desk, whoever owned the shop was not the most organized. Another noticable symbol that was all over the shop was that of a pentagram.
A large wooden bookshelf rested near the work bench, many books filling the shelves as well as different knick knacks, such as skulls and minature statues. The shop was one large room with a small room adjacent, the door leading to the smaller room was near the back corner next to the bookshelf, it was almost always locked.
Amaria could usually be found sitting at the scattered desk or fiddling with her alchemy supplies, when someone would enter, she would turn and gave at them with her deep eyes, as though looking right through them. It would take her a moment but she would speak, her voice light and gentle. "How may I help you?"
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