"This is my crafting table…" Rosalia said as she pushed open the small wooden door at the back of the shop and guided them into a room within the premises.
Unlike the front of the store, which was cozy and filled with the gentle scent of herbs, this room carried a medicinal smell… for good reason too, there were old elixirs, crushed roots, and traces of steaming concoctions.
The room was clean and organized overall, but the working table itself wasn't spotless.
Used vials sat scattered across the surface, each containing traces of different colored formula, dried residue crusting the glass like stained memories of failed experiments… which was one of the reasons why Azel loved to compare Alchemists to mad scientists, they were very alike especially in the handling of their workplaces.
"Sorry it's not clean," Rosalia said with an embarrassed grin as she approached Esme with an open book. "I was trying to recreate…"
