ALCHEMY AND PILLS

As Kaelen, Morris, and Ethan settled into their plush seats, the murmurs in the grand auction house grew silent as the lights dimmed slightly. A spotlight illuminated the stage, where an aged man with a long, wiry beard and mischievous eyes shuffled into view. He was dressed in a garb that seemed an odd mix of eccentricity and extravagance—a patchwork coat embroidered with golden runes that shimmered faintly under the light.

The man gave a dramatic bow, his thin frame leaning heavily on a twisted cane that looked more decorative than functional. His voice, raspy yet commanding, carried across the room.

"Welcome, esteemed guests, to the Valoria Grand Auction!" His arms spread wide as if embracing the entire audience. "I am your humble host and master of ceremonies for the evening, Osric Grindle—a humble purveyor of rare treasures and unparalleled wonders!"

Kaelen raised an eyebrow, leaning toward Morris. "This guy looks... interesting."