Maya gestured down the street, her voice light and slightly playful. "May I?"
Astron gave her a brief, knowing nod. "You may, Senior. You may."
A pleased smile crossed her lips as she took the lead, guiding him through the lively streets and weaving through smaller alleyways until they arrived at a polished building tucked just out of sight of the busier market paths. The shop was unassuming from the outside, its sign discreet, but the faint scent of rare herbs and the hum of magic in the air marked it as a place of exceptional quality.
Inside, the shop was immaculate, with shelves organized by alchemical category and equipment displayed in neat rows, each piece crafted with precision. Glass containers of rare ingredients lined the walls, and well-lit workstations showcased an array of finely honed alchemical tools, each one gleaming under carefully placed lights.