As he came up to the entrance of Maverick’s shop, his eye was drawn to a poster stuck there with a rusted metal nail. The parchment was old and faded, worn down by wind and rain and time. Dorian squinted at the faint image of a woman with dark hair. WANTED NAME: Athadora “Bones” Darkspell LAST SEEN: In the Dark Forest next to Aldwyns WANTED FOR: Abduction of students, practice of death magic Feeling uneasy, he quickly slipped into the shadowed confines of the forbidden shop. Immediately he smelled wood smoke and brewing tea as well as the subtler odor of a hundred different spell components. The heavy door swung shut behind him and he blinked, eyes adjusting to the gloom. Shapes took form out of the shadowed space, revealing tables, shelves, open chests, bookcases, and strange statues filling a large, single great room. A cauldron bubbled in a hearth of glowing embers, spilling a gray steam that clung to the floor. Fat red candles burned in random locations, reflecting flickering yellow light off crystals and the occasional mirror.
