The scene is set. Nightlife in the older section of town wasn’t as bustling as the rest of the area, but it still had a fair amount of trolls doing their night-to-night activities; mainly older trolls who are otherwise adverse to change in some way.
Amongst the old buildings squished together as to accommodate walking distances was a particularly old but well-maintained shop, its wall damn-near covered ivy. Above the door hung an old faded sign that read “The Botanist”. In the display window was various potted plants as well as crystals and boxes displaying teabags for sale. Beyond the display is vague movement of a few straggling customers getting up from their tables or just perusing the shop itself.
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