When Grey entered the shop, his nose was immediately assaulted by a chaotic blend of medicinal fragrances. Bitter, sharp, and faintly sweet scents mixed together in the air, forming a heavy atmosphere that clung to the senses.
This medicinal shop was not well known. It was tucked away in a quiet corner of the street, far from the bustling main roads. Inside, the lighting was dim, with only a few spirit lamps illuminating the shelves. Bottles of various sizes lined the walls, each containing herbs, roots, or strange plant matter suspended in preserving liquid.
The medicinal fragrances Grey smelled did not come from dried herbs alone, but from medicinal pills that were being concocted at that very moment somewhere within the shop.
