Crafting the First Potions

As Stark turned around, he saw a figure clad in dark robes approaching him. The stranger's hood obscured their face, but their presence exuded an air of mystery and power.

"New to the world of alchemy, are you?" the hooded figure spoke in a smooth, melodic voice that seemed to echo in the street, Stark was still cautious of whoever this was, but their voice somehow made him feel at ease.

"Yeah," Stark shrugged, raising his eyebrow.

It was clearly a woman, extremely noticeable from her voice, long purple hair, and also… well… her curves, there was no denying that

"Interesting," without wasting a single second, the hooded woman used her [Potion Crafting] skill to summon her table.

And it was… well… impressive.

Instead of his wooden table with a badly shaped cauldron and brewing stand, her's was on a whole other level.