who: @valeria-flint where: Shyverwretch’s Venoms and Poisons when: late morning
Shyverwretch’s Venoms and Poisons, the wizard had visited a few times in the past. Every now and then even an alchemist might run out of the ingredients shared, or require a poison potent enough to melt even a metal down to nothing but a bubbling pool of simmering liquid. Another trip to assure exactly that, all materials stocked surely couldn't hurt. Even if he hadn't seen the witch he expected to find behind the counter in a while. Now, he hadn't been avoiding her. In fact, he may have been too busy altogether to consider the idea of that. Amycus had found himself disappearing into his work, the pressure of his shoulders.
Creaky door, the familiar sound of a bell ringing out as he entered. His eyes scanned the shelves before finally turning toward the center of the shop, an almost tame smile on his lips. There wasn't any malicious intend within his eyes, almost as though the wizard in question had reigned himself in. "Val." A nod, toward her but equally in acknowledgement. "Any chance you have my usual in stock?"