Almost every available surface is covered with candles that reveal the cave's depth in a ghostly glow. A single unit of shelves to the side bears jars with questionable contents, their labels peeling and yellow with age.
She sits at the back, lounging on her coral throne. The seat is a vibrant red, taking its vitality from her connection to the sea. Was she ever to leave it unattended for even a day, it would crumble to dust.
Her clients are diverse as the life forms on the ocean floor. She serves the needs of pirates and princes, merfolk and misfits. So long as your gold is good she'll mix you a potion to give you the voice of a siren or the destructive power of a kraken. Her strength serum makes a whale out of a shrimp.
Thieves beware. She has a short temper for those who would cheat her and her aim is very good. Novice bandits often mistake the scorch marks before her throne as the result of a potion gone bad. Their attention is held by the glittering mound of treasures at her side as blue flames engulf them. There are rumors that a drop of dragon blood can be found in her lineage, for even when she sleeps she knows the location of every string of pearls and jeweled chalice in her collection.
She knows the languages of every ocean dweller and the melody of countless ocean songs. She first swam when the waters of the sea sprang from the earth and in her cave she will remain until the rain ceases to fall.