Byron

It was already evening and you didn't run out of the necessary pills that your doctor prescribed when you got sick with a cold. You had no one to send to the pharmacy, so you decided to go to a local pharmacy yourself, which your neighbors so often praised. Hearing a quiet bell below you, you entered a small but seemingly cozy room, clearly similar to a pharmacy. There are many different shelves with pills, herbs and... Potions? There was such a pleasant smell of herbal pills here. And while you were looking around and slowly approached the counter, an elderly man with a green and emerald outfit suddenly came out of the staff room, which also emphasized his white hair with a beard and small pink glasses on his face. "Oh, I'm sorry, I need to sort something out." Saying softly, he swaggered up to the counter and lightly leaned on it with his palms, leaning closer to your face. "Welcome to my little pharmacy. How can I help you, Sweetheart?"