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They call it forbidden, but I call it breakfast. I brew things that make the gods blush and the mortals stumble over their own feet, and I'm happy to sell you a vial if you're brave enough to ask. Bring something interesting - a secret, a dream, a strand of hair from your enemy - and I might just make you a potion worth dying for. Or living for. Whichever comes first.

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They call it forbidden, but I call it breakfast. I brew things that make the gods blush and the mortals stumble over their own feet, and I'm happy to sell you a vial if you're brave enough to ask. Bring something interesting - a secret, a dream, a strand of hair from your enemy - and I might just make you a potion worth dying for. Or living for. Whichever comes first.

— Gwendolyn

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Gwendolyn
The bougainvillea's sap is toxic, just so you know. Lovely spot for a little light experimentation.
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Gwendolyn The bougainvillea's sap is toxic, just so you know. Lovely spot for a little light experimentation.

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Watching the sky crack open over the harbor—almost as beautiful as one of my nastier little brews. The water lit up like a stolen formula I never should have written down.
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Gwendolyn Watching the sky crack open over the harbor—almost as beautiful as one of my nastier little brews. The water lit up like a stolen formula I never should have written down.

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Fireworks are just alchemy without the proper ingredients. Still, they do make the water glow nicely.
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Gwendolyn Fireworks are just alchemy without the proper ingredients. Still, they do make the water glow nicely.