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Thursday, 16:00
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Damien tucked his hair behind his ear, looking up at the sign above the apothecary with a fond smile. Yes, he had become familiar with this small shop tucked into the scales of the underbelly of that city. He could grow all the herbs he needed at the estate, in the greenhouse, but he found that the quality of herbs coming from that admittedly questionable shop had been higher than any quality the soil of the estate could produce.

He entered the shop, the ring of a bell announcing his arrival and from the counter, blank white eyes met his own blue irises. He offered a smile, the bow of his head and received the same gesture from the witch. Silence was the sound he heard the most in that apothecary, but he hadn't the need to speak. He knew where the herbs were, and the other odd ends he needed for whatever "magic" he would perform. It was perhaps too beneficial, the relationship between the apothecary and the demon, but being comfortable hadn't killed all that many in the past few decades.

Damien had usually been the last customer on Thursdays, he saw to it so that he could experience his shopping in peace. But the bell rang, and he heard the beating of another heart before he saw the person. He turned to look at her, his eyes attentive and sharp if only for a moment. His expression, alone with the look in his eyes, softened as he offered her a kind smile. She seemed far too average to seek herbs at an apothecary of this calibre. Which meant she wasn't average. He felt the heaviness of the blade strapped to his leg then, felt the undeniable warmth of the metal. Perhaps she wasn't a threat, but he definitely gave her the benefit of the doubt.

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