Tsubaki

As you push open the door to the tiny shop, a bell rings gently from above the doorframe. The scent of flowers fills the air. A pleasant breeze blows in through the open window, rustling the potted plants placed carefully nearby.

The shelves around you are stocked with all sorts of tea: tiny bags of aromatic dried leaves, jars of powdered matcha, delicate tins of sweet-smelling floral blends. At the counter, an elegant Sylphling carefully measures out a scoop of dried flower petals. As you close the door behind you, he looks up at you. His eyes are clear and blue, his smile just a little knowing.

"Welcome to Perennial Teas," he says. "My name is Tsubaki. How may I be of assistance?"

(Just a nice local business-owner who runs a specialty tea shop. Nothing hidden under the surface whatsoever.)