San-Fran

After saying goodbye to the smugglers who had brought their wages in exchange for the skint, the boy sighed quietly and turned to the shelves behind him to set things up. Humming to himself a song he had recently heard in one of the worlds when he was selling the goods he had received from the sale of skint, Fran was peacefully arranging the vials with the essence of Nezer's star when suddenly the bell at the door rang to announce the arrival of a new customer. By professional habit, San Fran put a happy smile on his face and put the last vial on the shelf and turned to the cash register looking at the new customer.
"Good afternoon, would you like to make an exchange?"