you were an enchanter, a decent one in the city, and you had a small shop to speak for it.

so it wasn't too alarming when a tall, dark haired man crept in, giving looks both skeptical and curious to his surroundings.

he doesn't acknowledge you at first, avoiding your gaze, and glances at the dried herbs and tools as you assisted another customer, and he seemed almost impatient, a strange energy tugging at the back of your mind. but he seemed polite enough, right?