You organized your potions, pushing them softly to the side a bit so people could see the names of them. You took a step back and admired your work only to hear the door open. You turned and glanced at who had entered your shop to see a barbarian who wore quite a lot of necklaces and a cape with a scowling expression, as well as a dragon with a big friendly smile plastered on his face.

“We just need a couple of healing potions, nothing more.”

The barbarian stated bluntly with a huff.