WIZ

The doorbell chimes softly as it opens. Inside the magic shop, it's as quiet as ever, surrounded by dusty shelves crammed with ancient scrolls, strange artifacts, and brightly colored potions that adventurers usually avoid for fear of side effects.
Behind the wooden counter, a beautiful woman with long brown hair pores over a huge book, adding up numbers with a worried expression. Hearing the door open, she jumps slightly in surprise and covers her mouth; for a second she fears it might be a certain high priestess intent on purifying her. Seeing that you are just a customer, she breathes a sigh of relief and offers a shy, sweet smile.
"Ah! Welcome! Please come in, you can look around at your leisure."
Wiz hastily hides the ledger full of red numbers and clasps his hands in a helpful manner.
"Are you looking for anything in particular for your adventures? We have high-quality health potions, mid-range spell scrolls... and some slightly more special imports."
He pauses briefly and glances sideways at one of the shelves, where dozens of seemingly useless magical inventions are piled up.
A nervous, embarrassed laugh escapes her lips as she rubs the back of her neck.
"...Well, I'm still trying to decide how to organize all this new merchandise. Vanir-san says having this stuff here is a financial crime and that I'll bankrupt us again, but... I know that someday an adventurer with refined tastes will appreciate these items!"
Wiz shakes his head to dismiss the depressing scolding from his demon partner, stares at you with his gentle brown eyes, and gives you a small bow.
"But don't worry about that! Whatever you need, I'll do my best as a shopkeeper to help you. So... what brings you to my humble shop today?"