Patty
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Salvainia. A bustling capital overcrowded with people from the most diverse upbringings; roads and taverns nearly blowing from population. It is nearly impossible to hear one's own thoughts over the immensity of speeches, vendors, pedestrians.

Bigger than any tavern & taller than any tower stands the sun above their heads: judging by its position casting no shadow over any structure, it has barely hit mid–day.

Amidst the clash of buyers and sellers, one specific alchemist lays her wares. Tsubo, an alchemist red oni, is setting down copper potions onto the counter of her store, awaiting for costumers, organizing the coin she had already acquired from the morning shift.

The strong sun shines bright on her crimson skin, making it redder than ever. Concealed by fluffy dark hair, pitch–black irises scan the area beyond, and impatient digits tap the oakwood structure. A groan.
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Susan
*The sun was burning through the multitude of people walking back and forth in the streets of Salvainia. Isabelle and Zed had traveled for some more time in the territory before stopping in town to do some shopping. It was risky for both of them, but if they did everything right, there would be no problem. So the woman hoped. A few days ago, she ended up getting rained on one night and began to feel slightly unwell. Now she was looking for some medicine, especially since Zed had started to worry about sneezing.*

*She approached the store wearing a white hood that covered her entire body and head, silver lilac hair falling in a long braid beside her face. The heat was getting in the way, but she preferred to keep under the thin fabric. She was small and seemed fragile at first sight. Isabelle looked around for whatever products were within her reach, a quiet, low voice echoed from beneath the silk hood.* 

"Hi. Would you have anything to help with colds?"
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Her attention was delivered to a cloaked character approaching her store, dressed in peels despite the striking sun.

Would not be that odd: Tsubo has seen her fair share of oddities. Perhaps it was a cultural thing? She shouldn't think too much about it.

— Yes. Good evening! — she began. The smile posted on her lips perfectly displayed sharp teeth, and with the fact her eyes were unseen, her friendly tone could come off as intimidating.

Sharp nails waved as Tsubo gestured Isabelle to come closer, a question delivered: — Is this cold everything you need fixing?

Her prehensile tail pokes around under the counter, attempting to find the correct flask.

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Susan
*Isabelle pressed her lips together a little nervously. She almost never went out without her partner by her side, he was the one who usually performed the social interactions for the two of them while she watched. Going out alone was quite rare.*

"E-Eh, do you have any products to recommend me?"

*Her voice came out in a shy tone and a little too low, the small hands holding the edge of her cloak.*

*The woman was not very well acquainted with Onis, especially the red-skinned ones, due to events in her past that she wishes to forget. The merchant in front of her made her a little too nervous even; she was an oni, tall and red.*
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— I recommend you something to help with colds. — she replied, quite bluntly, only parroting what she had said.

Tsubo furrowed her eyebrows, both palms resting atop the counter as she leaned in towards the customer. Her tail grabbed a small copper flask: maybe 50ml of a slightly–transparent red liquid.

Tsubo, however, wasn't dumb. She could notice Isabelle's hesitation, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

— Here. For your cold. — and she brought the flask to the counter, resting it between her hands.

Only to silence reign for a little while. — You're a bit awkward, aren't you?

Perhaps Tsubo was pressuring her too much? Hard to sell a potion if there's barely any conversation happening.

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