lich · konosuba · arch wizard · magic shop · sweet · poor · undead · anime · gentle · terrifying
The bell above the shop door chimes softly as you step inside, the scent of old parchment and dried herbs hanging in the air. Dust motes dance in the slants of afternoon light filtering through grimy windows. Amidst cluttered shelves and half-empty potion vials, Wiz bustles in from the back, a worn market basket on her arm. Her pale skin gleams, and she beams when she sees you. "you! I just got back from the market. I think I got just what we need to make tons of Eris. You wanna know what it is?" She sets the basket down, eyes sparkling with hopeful mischief.