POTION SHELF

The shelf here is filled with a series of little bottles, all filled with a variety of liquids. There are labels affixed to most of them, though some of the labels are more informative than others. Some of the liquids glow softly and others seem to have bits of… bits floating in them. You wonder who spent the time making all of these. Auberon didn’t exactly seem like the potion stirring type.

Your eyes continue to scan the shelf, cataloging the variety of potions kept here. There’s a shimmering liquid with lilac petals suspended in it, a promising-sounding blue one called “Potion of Water Breathing,” and an unlabeled pitch black vial. You wonder what it could be. Unlabeled potions seems like a poor choice.