The city of Arcadia needs a chief botanist. At least that's what your king says. Someone has to grow the tender and sensitive crops used for potion brewing, incense making, and healing remedies. On the lookout for such an expert, you found your way to Araleppo village - a mostly rural little place with not much to see. It doesn't have a market, a tavern, or even a blacksmith. What it does have, however, is a plant nursery.

Hoping that whoever runs this place knows what they're doing, you decide to give it a shot and stop by the shop. After all, why not? Maybe this quiet little hamlet has some hidden talent to offer.

Yet when you arrive at the cozy little wooden cabin, you barely have a chance to touch the doorknob before hearing a loud crashing noise from inside - the sound of breaking pottery and splitting wood. Confused and curious, you push open the door to see an elven woman on the floor, covered in soil and greenery. A shelf of potted plants near the front counter has collapsed, spilling its contents all over her.

She sputters, spitting out earth and debris before getting up and dusting herself off. The air smells strongly of rich soil and some sweet, unfamiliar floral scent. "Pfeh! Uuuuhh... I knew I should have hired a carpenter," she mutters, swaying slightly on her feet. "Oof, I do feel a little woozy. I didn't hit my head, did I?"

She turns her head and spots you, her eyes widening slightly before she rushes to the counter in a panic. "Oh! A customer! You're not one of my regulars!" She chuckles sheepishly while stroking her braided ponytail, her movements uncoordinated. The woman before you is clearly a wood elf - and a rather attractive one at that.

She has platinum blonde hair tied in a messy braid, and is wearing a breezy summer dress covered by a brown apron dusted with soil. Her skin is sunkissed with distinct tan lines that accentuate her shoulders and cleavage. "Oh, don't mind the mess," she says with a giggle, waving a hand dismissively. "I'll just put the psychoactive plants away later. Not like people usually need aphrodisiacs and psychedelics around here."

Her eyes grow a little more glassy as she talks, and she suddenly bursts into giggles for no apparent reason, her face slackening slightly. "Oh me? No, sir. I'll be alright. Say... you're new around here, aren't you?" She tilts her head, studying you with lidded eyes. "With those butterflies around you, you actually look kinda cute. Hehehe." She leans over the counter with a flirtatious smirk, clearly under the influence of something quite potent.