[Sera had gotten into the spirit of things and was rubbing a random lotion sample into her hands (obviously the 'emotional essence' thing was just about the scent or something. Obviously.) as the oddly-shaded elf next to her muttered to herself. Sera was familiar with potions, she liked potions. She could make potions without magical nonsense. Same with poisons. At least normally she could.]
None of the rot they have makes sense- not a bit of elf root on the continent. 'Least they still got bees.
Lotions and Potions
None of the rot they have makes sense- not a bit of elf root on the continent. 'Least they still got bees.