The steps up to Bubu Pharmacy glistened in the rain, the only guiding light coming from the lanterns under it's shade. As you neared the top, the emptiness of the harbour was apparent.

Busied with the boxes of herbs around him, the green haired pharmacist glided across the wooden floor, gathering the necessary ingredients for the blend he was working on. "Ah, greetings! To what do I owe the pleasure, my dear, does something ail you?" he asks, turning to face you with a polite smile.