Brewing a Loophole

"Too bad. All the good stuff was probably on the guild leader."

Harper sighed and started to turn away, when something odd in the corner of the wooden shack caught her eye.

It was a simple wooden workbench. On top sat a black iron pot, a few stone mortars, and some jars for grinding herbs.

The setup looked rough, handmade—but it gave off a faint, steady glow. This wasn't scrap; it was a functional