[Richard only briefly looks at the direction where the voice had came from before turning his attention back on the shelves. He idly picks up a jar or two, quietly inspecting their contents against the light, pressing his brows into a frown. The small texts on the labels really don't tell him much, but then again what else could he expect from a witch's shop.
When Claude appears behind the counter Richard gives him a curious look under his hood, the expression softening a little. The man did not really strike him neither a witch or a doctor.]
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When Claude appears behind the counter Richard gives him a curious look under his hood, the expression softening a little. The man did not really strike him neither a witch or a doctor.]
..I require something for a burn.