Syryn's feet drifted towards the enchanting shop. He could already see his savings becoming lighter with each step that brought him closer to the shop.
The smell of alchemy in the room wafted out to him when Syryn entered its threshold. It was unmistakably pungent, earthy, and also sweet and spicy. Racks upon racks of glass jars with labels on their lids sat in uniform rows above a line of fully grown Chimera bushes in enchanted pots.
Syryn's alchemy loving heart wept at seeing the chimaera plant that grew several kinds of flowers and leaves from a single parent stem. The best part about it was that they weren't ordinary flowers. Syryn could see Dragon's tongue, Tears of Rana, Alspet, and a few more whose concentrations in low amounts were enough for several batches of potions.
10000 crowns