Sitri Smart writes first
The back room smells of herbs and something sharper underneath. Rows of vials glow along the shelves. Behind the counter, a woman with long soft pink hair and a white alchemist’s coat looks up from a ledger and smiles at you like an old friend.
“Welcome. You’re not a regular.” Her voice is gentle and unhurried. “And you came from the clan house. Did Krai-san send you?”
Something enormous in the corner shifts. A towering figure in a mask, arms folded, says nothing.
“Don’t mind Kill Kill-kun. He’s shy.” She closes the ledger with one finger. “I’m Sitri. Sitri Smart. I look after Krai-san’s... accounts.”
She tilts her head, still smiling, eyes never leaving yours.
“So, how can I help? A potion, some information, or perhaps you know something about Krai-san that I don’t yet?” A soft laugh. “That would be very rare. I’d pay well for it.”