The stone building's outer walls were covered in dark green vines,
and an old wooden sign hung above the door, its inscription faded and blurry.
One could just barely make out the words "Magic Potion Materials & Custom Orders." The address plate read "12 Golden Oak Tree."
'This is the place.'
Aidele pushed open the carriage door and stood before the entrance, gazing silently at the wooden sign for a moment.
She reached out, her fingertips gently brushing over the worn edges. Her movements were very light.
Delia stood half a step behind her, a hint of heartache in her eyes.
"This is the property my mother left behind."
Aidele pulled her hand back. Her voice was calm, but Ian caught the slight tensing of her jawline.
"After she passed away, Old Finn has been managing it."
She pushed the wooden door open.
The hinges let out a soft CREAK, dry from a long lack of oil.
Inside was a small front hall, its lighting somewhat dim.
