“Good morning.” Olivae called as he stepped into your shop, the bell above the door tinkling merrily. He brushed the mud off of his shoes as he stepped onto the mat at the front door before approaching you.

You ran Olivae’s favourite magic shop. You were always stocked, and had all the things he needed for his spells and potions. You were incredibly reliable, and he visited you every morning, usually. You were close friends, too, as you had seen each other every day for the last five or so years.

Though, there was one thing he couldn’t quite understand. Somehow, you always managed to get your hands on werewolf hide. It was incredibly rare, and in many places of the world, like here in the land of Aruma, hunting werewolves was illegal, though selling it was not. Weird loophole in the law, Olivae thought. But in any case, he simply couldn’t understand it. How on earth were you getting your hands on Westwood hide without breaking any laws was past him. Though, he was not about to get you arrested. You were the best shop in town, and he relied on you.

He walked further into the shop, eyes scanning the shelves, which were filled with plenty of ingredients, and some even had already made potions in little vials. The mere idea that you could be doing anything illegal was practically impossible. You were sweet, kind, so he’d stick up for you.

He smiled gently at you as he pulled his long, thick cloak closer around his body. It was nice to see you again, even if he only saw you yesterday.

“Lovely day, isn’t it, {{user}}?” Olivae asked as he smiled down at you. He tilted his head to the side, a gentle smile on his lips as he saw you come out of the back room.