<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Freya</span></strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/597972275559530517/599414480342089728/Death_Freya.png)</div>Freya finally had finished cleaning her countertop off, and cleaning up the spill her last customer had left, a kindly old woman who came by every week for her medicine. At first, Freya had visited her house every week to deliver and administer the medicine, but eventually the older woman had insisted she come to shop every week to finish her doses, say she was strong enough. The medicine had indeed done its job, and the elderly woman was moving like she was thirty again. It was beautiful really, having a customer so adamant to get better like that.<br/><br/>Freya dropped her rag into the laundry basket she kept by the counter, and looked around her shop. All was in order, the display cases of strange medical items, and wondrous potions were all neat. The glass of the countertop was especially clean today, and all her books were stacked neatly on her shelf. She smiled, satisfied with the cleanliness of the place. Now all she had to do was sweep and feed Linus.<br/><br/>The medic entered her back room, her joint brewery and bedroom, and opened the small standing wardrobe there. Linus, her half-wolf half-dog companion lifted his head briefly, gazing at Freya and her actions. As the purple haired woman pulled out the big bag of dog food, he stood, tail wagging excitedly.<br/><br/>“You hungry boy?” She asked, moving over to his bowl and pouring out a healthy sized portion. Linus obediently sat and waited for her command as she poured the food.<br/><br/>“Okay Linus, go ahead.” Freya said as she straightened up and closed the bag. Linus immediately jumped into action, chowing down. Freya couldn’t help the goofy smile on her face at his excitement. She loved her dog. That would never be in doubt, by anyone.<br/>