“Snikfizz's Sputtering Cauldron sits beneath a leaning awning of stitched-together banners. The shop smells of burnt sugar, oil, and something vaguely of frogs. Shelves are a chaotic carnival of labeled vials, crooked test tubes, and curious jars that cluck when tapped. A small brazier bubbles perpetually at the center, where dried herbs and glass vials are measured by weight rather than etiquette. The owner, Snikfizz Tinkerbrew, is a scrappy goblin artificer with goggles askew, singed ears, and an enthusiastic, theatrical manner. Snikfizz scrawls receipts in soot, offers a free sample of something mildly carbonated, and will haggle with a smile that shows more teeth than it should. He keeps a trained tinkerling (a tiny mechanical frog) that polishes bottles and occasionally dispenses surprise fizz. Beware the 'specials' on the bottom shelf—Snikfizz swears they are experimental but useful.”