The Wok & Vial
Est. 2025 • Kobold Artificer (Alchemist)
The Wok & Vial
The brothers run the counter like a two-man wok stand: one chants measurements, the other flips vials between long, scarred fingers. They garnish potions with t...
Shopkeeper
Skrit and Snik, a Kobold Artificer (Alchemist) (Lvl 10)
Keeper's Species
Kobold
Shop Inventory
(16)The classic quick restorative. A warm, cherry-scented vial that Skrit hums at while he pours.
A deeper-red draught that the brothers simmer a day in their wok for added tang.
A thick, glowing broth kept in a cork-stoppered jar. Reserved for dire need.
A bottle swirled with silver motes; the brothers will only brew this by special order.
A pale, clear bottle that fogs when you breathe on it. Snik insists on a parsley garnish.
A fizzy, golden flask that the brothers simmer with dragon-pepper for a satisfying pop.
A cool, teal liquid; Snik keeps a tiny reed in the neck of the bottle 'for atmosphere.'
A syrupy, amber vial that makes fingers feel like suction cups when applied.
A steaming cup-bottle the brothers call "Kobold Broth." It warms more than the belly.
A concentrated vial that smells like ginger and lime. Skrit sells these to nervous negotiators.
A bright green perfume-bottle that chitters softly when opened; animals often approach.
A pale-green syrup preserved with moon-moss; Snik insists it 'tastes like regret and thyme.'
A squat flask labeled in looping script: 'Flash Broth.' Not for drinking. Use like alchemist's fire.
A tiny corked bottle with a speckled label: 'Tiny Favors.' Sells well to apprentices.
A battered wooden crate of vials. The brothers will clean and label for an extra copper.
A little sachet wrapped in waxed paper. The brothers toss one into most orders for free if you ask nicely.
Skrit and Snik
Shop Atmosphere
“The brothers run the counter like a two-man wok stand: one chants measurements, the other flips vials between long, scarred fingers. They garnish potions with tiny leaves and hum to them while they settle. Stock depends on what the pair foraged that morning; sometimes the shop smells of toasted berries, sometimes of singed sugar. They both bear small burn scars up their forearms and argue constantly about whether a potion needs a 'dash more moon-salt.' They will brew requests to order, but if the party asks for something unusual they will demand a song, a trinket, or a bowl of real soup in trade.”
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