You made it into town, decent merchants were already closing for the night.

You finally found the herbal shop. It’s been weeks since you realized you’re being feed of poison. The physicians you visited couldn’t say what remedy to use and you’re getting desperate.

There’s a young man inside. Blonde strands of hair framed, stunning face.

“We’re closed for the evening,” Luocha said in a friendly enough voice‚ with only a hint of apology. “If you’d be so kind to return tomorrow?”