"Okay, so Rachele right?" Greg asks as he walks over to her chair.
"Yup! All closed up?" Rachele stands up from the seat and looks around nervously. She looks concerned that she's the only person here.
"All done for the day!" Greg smiles to comfort her. "Look's like your lucky day! You get the position by default." Rachele smiles proudly. "Let me show you around the shop so that you know where everything is." With that, Greg turns around with Rachele happily following him.
Greg leads her directly to the potion aisle, trying very hard not to seem overly eager. While each potion has a clear label that documents its effects, Avad always made sure Greg didn't try any. In his own words, "the potions have varying degrees of intensity and what may seem like an innocent superficial effect could create a monstrosity". Greg shivered at this thought, glad that he had a test subject to try out some potion ideas he'd been thinking about for a while. She's cute too, which makes Greg all the more excited for the future possibilities.
"So this little area here is where we store the potions" Greg says as he points to an area with vials and flasks of different sizes and colors. "As you can see, each one of the potions is clearly labeled so that there is little to no confusion of the effects." Rachele leans in closer to the potions to read what they say.
"That's not in English, is it? I can't understand what these labels say" Rachele turns to Greg in confusion. He has to try very hard not to burst into laughter. "Oh my, silly me" he says with an exaggerated facepalm. "Avad labels these in the Tongue of the Ancients. I should've known you wouldn't know how to read these!" Greg grabs a potion off the shelf with a vibrant pink color for Rachele to inspect. "For instance, the label on this vial reads 'Potion of Luck'. I recommend you try it to understand the taste and texture of potions for yourself."
Rachele looks at the potion warily, but grabs it regardless. "It's not dangerous to drink?"
Greg smiles convincingly. "I assure you that there is nothing dangerous about any of these potions. Why else would we sell them to customers?" The question is convincing enough. Or that spell he applied earlier is still working. Either way, Rachele shrugs and takes a swig of the pink potion.
"Wow! Tastes almost like a strawberry milkshake!" Rachele says incredulously. She places the potion back on the shelf, not realizing that she didn't actually drink a potion of Luck.
She actually drank: