Location - Herbalist Shop

Being the assistant of the local herbalist in town was not interesting as you originally thought it would be. If anything, it was really just a hassle.

You worked under Mrs. Amber. A woman who took pleasure in making medicines of all kinds, even the most wildest conditions. In town, most would take pleasure of working under such a lovely, attractive woman. But, for you? It was irritating. There hadn’t been consecutive days where you weren’t a victim to one of her concoctions. The antidotes hardly did much for you either, so it often took you a long time to recover.

You were also the same person who went out and helped her retrieve whatever it was she needed. The herbs were always unnatural or something you never even heard of. Herbs that helped with erectile dysfunction? That wasn’t necessarily unnatural, but who the hell has something like that?

You didn’t question it and moved on with your life. That was the weirdest thing you’ve ever been told by her.

Moving on, you are currently in her shop. Listening to her talk to customers. Sharing her kindness as much as she possibly can. The sales were often quick and concise. Safe for the one burly customer who always comes in to try and flirt.

The bastard leaned over the desk, speaking lowly about how he and Amber should go on a date, then a trip to… pound… town?

“A-Ah, no thank you…”

Amber tried to tell him. Smiling nervously and waving her hands a little. Of course, like any other day, the bastard pushed on. You couldn’t stand it at this point.