@fir-thornsson Inside of a potion shop in the middle of nowhere, a cloaked figure hurries inside, pulling the wooden door with a loud thunk as they shake the rain off themself, trembling. “Oh, that’s cold.” They mumble to themself quietly before walking further inside. The shopkeeper pays them no mind, but their attention is brought to someone on the other side of the store. They pulls down their hood and awkwardly shuffle over, clearing their throat as they approach the figure. "Hey-- Have....we met?"










