The man who entered the store dripped blood onto the tiles. The storekeeper scowled, imagining the brew he’d have to concoct to get rid of the stains.
The warrior in his tattered armor slouched to the counter. “I need a potion.”
“250 jil,” the storekeeper said.
“250! The next town over charges 150 and you know it.”
The storekeeper looked the man up and down. “Think you’ll make it to the next town?”
The man narrowed his eyes. The two stared at each other until the warrior finally broke. He slapped the coins onto the counter. “I didn’t save the world for this shit.”