Business was slow, as usual. The day seemed to drag on and on as you waited not-so-patiently for any sign of customers. You leaned your elbows against the counter with your face propped up in your hands. Glancing around your little shop, you heaved a sigh. Not many people needed your wares, and if they did, it wasn’t often. Who bought curatives regularly, anyway?
Right now, with those bothersome monsters lurking not far from your town, people were too afraid to leave their houses. They barely left for food and water. There was no one brave or skilled enough to defeat those hellspawn and buy some potions to aid in their fight.
Besides Firion and his friends, that is.
As far as you were concerned, they were the only reason you could put food on the table. So few people bought from you now, before they came along you were certain the outbreak of hellspawn would be the end of your short-lived business. Then one day, they purchased as many potions as they could with the small amount o
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