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Tucked into a narrow alley off the bustling Lower City markets, Lucky Aello’s Discount Store is a cramped but welcoming nook best known for its haphazard shelves overflowing with questionable bargains. Run by the ever-smiling Aello, a balding, middle-aged man with a sun-creased face and infectious laugh, the store caters to adventurers and bargain hunters alike seeking cheap potions, minor medicines, and scrolls—many of which are off-brand or slightly expired. Despite his trade, Aello refuses to buy or identify magical items, claiming he's "too lucky to tamper with fate." Rumors persist that Aello once served with the Flaming Fist as a field medic, but he laughs off such claims with a wink. Though some wares produce odd side effects, his loyal patrons return time and again for the prices and his unshakable good cheer.

A battered wooden sign with fading gold paint hangs crookedly above a low, arching doorway, bearing the cheery image of a four-leaf clover and the name Lucky Aello's in wobbly script. The shopfront appears to sag slightly between two taller stone buildings, as if propped up by luck alone. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of herbs, ink, and faint alchemical residue. Narrow aisles wind between rickety shelves stacked with mismatched vials, crumpled scroll cases, and dusty tonic bottles. Aello himself is often seen behind a cluttered counter, dressed in patched robes and grinning broadly beneath a hanging charm of dangling rabbit feet and copper coins. Light filters in through a soot-smudged skylight, casting a murky glow over the chaotic interior.