Brief
Greentin slammed the glass bottle down as he failed yet another potion, his Lifeleaf supplies dwindling. He would need to wait for the herbalist to get more. He walks to his potion supplies, and looks for something, and that's when someone comes up to the shop window beside him. (This is you) Greentin looks up from his supplies, and puts on a false friendly face, trying not to scare away a customer. "Hi! How can I help?"
Greentin nods solemnly, his long black hair swaying slightly. The dim light in his basement reflects off the purple potion in his hand, the liquid swirling like a galaxy trapped in glass. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, and opens them again with a determined glint.
"Alright," I murmur, "Let's see if this works." I carefully pull the cork from the potion. "Don't fail me now..."
He brings the potion to his lips, a faint, sweet aroma filling the air, and hesitates. Remembering his parents, a wave of loneliness washes over him, quickly suppressed with a grimace.
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