There were conflicts a frail, seventy-something merchant set in his ways didn't want to have, and then there were Conflicts He Really Didn't Want To Have.
He may have been old and with a rather traditional view of elves, but he wasn't stupid.
"Er... just making sure he's not... mishandling the merchandise, you know? You break it, you buy it, heheh-"
The Medicine Seller was holding the alembic with the kind of care one might have in handling a baby bird that had tumbled from its nest, and his expression could only be described as 'flat'.
Then again, that was kind of just how his face worked.
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He may have been old and with a rather traditional view of elves, but he wasn't stupid.
"Er... just making sure he's not... mishandling the merchandise, you know? You break it, you buy it, heheh-"
The Medicine Seller was holding the alembic with the kind of care one might have in handling a baby bird that had tumbled from its nest, and his expression could only be described as 'flat'.
Then again, that was kind of just how his face worked.