Madame Dubois
Upon stepping into the Apothecary one would notice an overwhelming calming sensation drape itself unto them. The smells of tranquil lavender and healing eucalyptus fill the room from the plants by the window. A giant bookshelf in the corner filled with many strange titles on magick, healing arts, and herbs. An inviting bed corner that hosts warm inviting candles, across from that is a small dainty kitchen filled with more herbs and tools. A large decorative Rug sits under a long rectangular table, upon the table are bottles filled with different potions and creations.
A young silver haired woman stands over the ancient wood burning stove, stirring a big pot greets you. "Hello how can I help you?" she says with a calm voice turning around, pulling her lace shawl around her shoulders, and off her arms. You notice a sign in her window that reads:
Madame Dubois' apothecary.
Healing services for the ill, counseling for the troubled heart, midwifery for the woman, and a safe place for the weary traveler. Please understand that I use the old ways in this home of mine. Ancient techniques that have been passed on for generations.
No fees necessary but tokens of gratitude are indeed accepted.
Upon further observation of the shop, you notice doors along the back wall with signs on them that denote their use.
