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The numerous smells of spices, flowers, plants and other ingredients where abundant in one of the Alchemy shops in the city of Archeon. Behind the counter of said shop, in the right corner, stood an adult male with light blonde hair, which looked white if the sun shone on it through one of the many windows. His name was Zuri and at the moment, the man was busy chopping various ingredients for one of the potions, poultices and poisons and antidotes that he made. Most of the vials ended up on the many shelves that lined the walls of the alchemy shop. And the rest creations that were made on request.

There were no other employees in the shop, as the man loved to work alone and in silence. The chattering and poking always worked on his, already short, temper. He was nice to the customers, of course, but that was different. They were the ones that made sure he could buy food, clothes, that he could pay the rent. His home was above his beloved alchemy shop, but the times spend there where slim. He gathered ingredients in his spare time, or bought them from other residents. The only time he was in his small home was when he was sleeping, sick or when it was a full moon. The doors would be bolted shut on those nights.

The knife cut the last piece of the flower stem, and the little pieces where put in the cooking pot. Another potion almost done. It only needed to cook for about a day, cool off and be bottled. Zuri was just beginning to stir the pot, when he heard heated voices from outside. Annoyed he drew his eyebrows together, and lowered the heat of the pot. There, now the waiting part started. Meanwhile he would check orders and cut some more ingredients to use in the next potion.

His door was open, a clear sign that the shop was open for business today. It meant that people could walk in easily, some of the strongest odors could clear a bit and that he heard the sounds from the streets a bit clearer. Especially when they where heated voices... And right in front of his shop. And they just kept fighting and yelling. Like right now.

With a deep, annoyed sigh he washed the knife and his hands before stepping outside. He crossed his arms in displeasure and stared at the people loudly bickering, with a scowl on his face. But they didn’t notice him, too caught up in each other. ‘Can’t a man work in peace? Take your argument somewhere that isn’t in front of my shop.’ He said in a clipped tone of voice. It wasn’t a question, nor was it really a suggestion. It sounded more like an order. The sidewalk wasn’t his property, not really, but if they would just leave… It would be better for everyone. He could handle normal talking nut bickering and yelling? No, not really. It worked on his nerves. Now, he just hoped that they wouldn’t get aggressive. Sure he could make a poultice for the worst bruising, but still.. That would mean a poultice less to sell, and more ingredients to buy. It would be a loss of profit. And he didn’t want that. So he sighed again, pinched the bridge of his nose and said, ‘Please.’ Hopefully it made his previous words sound less… provoking.