Shadow

      “A Palma Potion?~” Her voice has a singsong quality to it, as if she was going to either tease them or burst into song. It was possibly the former, though, knowing the strange half-elf. Ophelia’s eyes scanned over the group with the young woman that asked. How curious, to ask for where one could be located. She wanted to give them the run-around, but something told her not to.

      Trusting her instincts seemed like the best. Ophelia pops open her bag, humming to herself as she dug through the disorganized mess. Clothes, weapons, clothes, gels… Ah! Pulling out the requested item, Ophelia closes her bag and holds it out but withdraws her hand a second later.

          ❝Considering most of the gald we had was spent on the other potion, whatever price you’d be asking for, if you’re going to up it due to our immense need for it, would most likely be impossible for us to pay.❞ This was the little game she was going to play, huh? Lux would much rather beat up those kids that had insisted they buy a new Palma Potion, or just make a run for it. In fact…

          No, the Chosen would only be upset by those antics. ❝Are there any shops in town?❞ She’d only sighed when the woman first pulled the item from her bag and teased her with it, but now the half-elf crossed her arms and regarded the other silently. It was right here, and asking for information on other locations would either cost a “pretty penny”, or such information would be incorrectly given.

      “I'm not asking for Gald, and I'm human, thanks.” She flicks her hair back, frowning. “You're no fun. What I was gonna ask is that you let me do the cute little blonde's hair up nice so it's not in her way.” After all, it looked smooth and possibly felt the same. By the way this woman had asked for a Palma Potion, she figured they were travellers. Beggars couldn't be choosers, after all.

          ❝Would you happen to know where to find a Palma Potion?❞ She tries not to turn and stare daggers at the rest of the group. Colette, she could forgive. However, when a certain idiot broke the second one, she was at her wit’s end. That had been the last one in stock at the shop they’d initially gone to.

      “A Palma Potion?~” Her voice has a singsong quality to it, as if she was going to either tease them or burst into song. It was possibly the former, though, knowing the strange half-elf. Ophelia's eyes scanned over the group with the young woman that asked. How curious, to ask for where one could be located. She wanted to give them the run-around, but something told her not to.

      Trusting her instincts seemed like the best. Ophelia pops open her bag, humming to herself as she dug through the disorganized mess. Clothes, weapons, clothes, gels... Ah! Pulling out the requested item, Ophelia closes her bag and holds it out but withdraws her hand a second later.