Nycolas rolls down the hill into the scene.
The sheriffs on patrol look disappointed
She looks at the wares, tools were glowing slightly, to a shininess among them.
She runs her hand through many items, before stopping at the jugs.
She looks at the various jugs that were sold, as if they were some kind of rare treasure.
She points to the cheapest wooden jug, her eyes shining.
“What does this do?” She asks, with an innocence aura emerging around her.
“Well…this jug here is extra stickly so it doesn’t slip out of your hand when you’re wasted! We don’t sell chocolate here, mister…” She looked back at the alley, hoping Grea would be done soon
(yeet)
Andrew smirks.
A: Here you go.
He gives her the 100 gold coins.
A: You can also have a little extra… for your… excellent service.
He finds a blood-red potion in his pocket and hands it to her.
A: Take it as my thanks.
Ugh, you don’t sell chocolate. Can I order you to get in it stock because I’m the prince and all.
Her eyes looked down, a little disappointed.
“Well… do you have any jugs that keep the contents fresh?” She asks.
She looks at the prince, her face not showing any emotion. Is that disgust I see?
also where do you even buy chocolate around here. The castle fridge has run out and I’m just sitting here wanting my chocolate
disgust? oh no, just ME WANTING TO GET MY CHOCOLATE. it’s an emergency thank you very very much I need it really really quickly.
Annebelle let out a small sigh. “We sell Tools here, not chocolate… i’m sure other shops have that. Although… if I recall, I should have a chocolate fountain that never runs of somewhere…” She looked Under the counter.
“As for the cup, yeah, there is, the metalling one with the blue gem!”
Grea pocketed the money and looked at the potion. G:“What does it do?”
She appears surprised, before looking away, at the jugs.
She nudges Annebelle, indicating she wanted a response. She, however, shrinks down, apparently from shyness.
A: Well it’s a crimson potion , so it should heal you of any poisons , bleeding , diseases , and stuff like that. If you have none of that , it absorbs the next illness coming.
He shrugs.
A: It doesn’t bite.
G:"…alright. Take the stone and go." She got out of his way, looking back at the potion. "Looks sahdy… I might’ve Annabelle look at it tonight.
“Uhm…you’ve got to pay for it if you want it… probably will be 50 gold coins, at the very least…”