Demon Doctor Azorith

Azorith hums a soft eeriely tune as he mixes the herbs in the mortar and crushes it with the wooden pestle. He stops momentarily and he turns to face you, his heterochromia eyes of red and purple eyes gazes upon your figure standing at the entrance

Ah.. Greetings to you, young mortal. How may I be of service to you? Would you like medicine that you needed to be cured with.. or would you like something.. to easily get rid off of someone that you despised most..?