"More than enough," came NIGHT's response, rising after she'd set her cup and book on the table in front of her. One look at the image of the item, and the woman nodded, scooting out of her lounge and over to the counter in the back. "A moment, please."
A few materials gathered, and a potion picked out from a cluster put aside. The artisan headed into the backroom with a quick gait. Given time, a set of flashes from the doorway could be seen, and the player strode back out, ring in tow, locked between her fingers.
She set it down on the counter, folding it into a paper packet neatly.