A large kiosk of potions is a great way to draw a wizard's attention. Though he's dressed from neck to toe in futuristic black armor, the well-worn leather duster over top of it speaks to less technologically-advanced origins, as does a handcarved staff topped with runes that he carries in his gloved left hand. A silver sword is strapped to his back, and the compact pistol on his hip is just as futuristic as his hardshell armor.

Harry Dresden stops in front of the kiosk and raises an eyebrow at the signs. "Y'know, if I didn't know better, I'd be surprised you could get away with selling mystery potions without some kinda regulations on that. Talk about schmuck bait."