The alchemist is a thirty-something woman with thick tortoiseshell glasses, named Shirley.
Probably because she has been cooped up in the Pharmacy Workshop for years, this little lady's skin was as pale as her namesake, almost sickly so. This made the light dark circles under her eyes particularly noticeable, as if she lacked sleep and was exhausted, making one worried that this lazy beauty might fall asleep while conducting an experiment.
After Eleanor's youthful and lively voice, Shirley also raised her head and spoke in a soft voice, "Oh... it's the Lord. Are you here to look at the potions too?"
"Yes. Are you satisfied with this Potion Workshop in the territory? What potions can be made?"
"Every basic Potion Workshop is just as simple, nothing to be satisfied with or not, just make do with it. Lord, don't expect me to make any powerful potion with this workshop. Right now I can only make basic recovery potions."
