Caught in a deadly game between Gods and Demons, Angels and Devils, Izalith Snow was torn from her home and family and cast into a World of Blood and Ash. Lost in the Exalted Wheel, Izalith must lift her blade toward not just the Heavens but the Hells and all that may live in between. Carrying the Blade of Laevatein at her waist and a mischievous grin, Izalith journeys through the Hidden Realm of Arcadia. Unaware of the lingering eyes tainted by sin, a dark, looming smile obscured behind a veil of smoldering darkness is revealed. ***
Leaving the guild with a cloak, I made a trip toward Crimson's Ward in search of one of the Redmane's most profitable shops, which seemed to be a smithy. I would have thought it would be alchemy since there was so much variety, but it seems like I was wrong.
Due to the effects of Pills and Balms alongside the supply and demand of Blackpool, only a selected few can afford such things, usually cathedrals, kingdoms, cities, hospitals, or major mercenary groups. It's uncommon for commoners to purchase pills. That being said. According to Lily, with her infinite library of information, a pole showed over a billion pills being sold to commoners in a year. But most of what is being sold is Healing Balm, which is far cheaper than cultivation Balms.
Weaving through the streets crowded with pedestrians; it wasn't long before I came upon the insignia of a red-mane lion baring its fangs over an extravagant-looking shop lined with gold and silver.