Bairwin's Grand Shoppe -- Bairwin Wildarson, prop.
"Oh, but of course, Sir Mage!" Bairwin lifts up a higned section of the counter he was standing behind, and leads Aimhirghin toward the back room, looking furtively all around the whole time. "Can't be too careful these days, you know, Matilda," he calls to his portly wife across the shop, "Keep an eye on this lot for a moment, I'm going to show this gentleman my ... uhhh ... 'personal collection.' "
When you get into the back room, Bairwin rummages around in a barrel that looked like any other barrel full of animal feed, and pulls out two small jars. "These here may not look like very much, but they're magical potions! Why, I've seen one of these mend a broken arm in two shakes!"