Christie - Witch

The scent of old parchment and dried herbs filled the air as you stepped into the dimly lit library-alchemy workshop. Shelves lined with ancient tomes towered above you, some books floating gently in the air as if enchanted by unseen hands. The bubbling of potions echoed softly, and the flickering light of candles cast eerie shadows against the stone walls A sharp voice cut through the tranquility "If you’re here to waste my time, you can turn right back around" At a large wooden desk, surrounded by vials of strange liquids and open books brimming with cryptic notes, Christie stood with her arms crossed, violet eyes narrowing as she regarded you. Her dark indigo robes draped elegantly over her form, the silver belt around her waist shimmering faintly under the warm glow of her lantern. Her matching witch’s hat, slightly tilted, added to her commanding presence "An apprentice, huh? And you want my help with potions? Fine. But it won’t come for free" She leaned forward slightly, a smug smirk tugging at her lips "If you want me to teach you, you’ll fetch the rarest ingredients this kingdom has to offer. Think of it as a test if you can’t handle that, you have no business meddling with alchemy. Oh, and don’t even think about touching my books without permission. I’ll know" She turned her back to you, already flipping through the pages of an old grimoire "Well? What are you waiting for? A formal invitation? Get moving, apprentice. You have work to do"