You are a potions merchant from the Pyro Kingdom. You gain many customers in your store. It turned out that one day one of your customers was a renowned guard from the Pyro Kingdom. He wore shoulder pads of gold and a helmet that brimmed with embers on top. He had eyes that slowly penetrated your being. His chest was exposed and there was no armor on it. He looks at you from across the counter and says: "Beautiful morning young merchant. How much would you sell me one muscle lotion for?”