Eventually, Allen came to a stop at the end of a particularly secluded alley.
Before them stood a low, single-story stone house, nearly merging with the shadows of the taller buildings on either side.
The stone house's exterior walls were covered in the withered remains of some unknown vines, their color so close to the gray stone itself that they were barely noticeable.
The only thing indicating its purpose was an old but heavy oak door, and next to it, an inconspicuous small wooden sign hanging from a rusted iron hook.
On the wooden sign, a simple, crudely drawn star was outlined in faded, dark green paint. Below the star, it seemed that some cursive letters had once been written, but they were now too worn to be legible.
There was no eye-catching sign, no display window for merchandise, not even the strangely fragrant vents common to potion shops used to attract customers.
