“The shop walls still show scorch marks and some shelves are charred; many bottles are half-empty or dusty. Eldra moves cautiously among broken glass and lingering smoke, nervously glancing at the sky as if expecting another attack. She rants quietly about the cultists' theft, her voice crackling like embers. Despite the recent devastation, her resolve to restock and aid adventurers remains unshaken, offering small discounts to those who bring rare ingredients like dragon scales or cultist relics.”