[he knows it's foolish; those flowers will wilt before he even has a chance to do anything with them. but it makes him feel better about the whole thing, and he'd kick himself later if he didn't at least try...
luckily for Tonic, he does recognize the storefront that was shown to him, between descriptions and his own brand of magic. he points it out after a moment of staring, and confirms that it's the right place after getting a peek in their large windows.
he heads right in, pulling Tek along by the hand... and the shopkeeper is surprised to see them, as this looks like the kind of place that only old ladies and cruncy, earthier types would frequent. Tonic immediately begins eyeing the shelves behind the counter, though, staring at jars and boxes (all neatly arranged, uniform, organized) and paying no mind to whatever samples are brewing on the front windowsill or what special arrangements are on sale on a display window nearby.
there's a polite exchange between him and clerk, of course. Tonic isn't so rude as to ignore them completely. but once he finds what he's looking for, he hones in and goes for the kill.
he asks for large quantities of several herbs, one at a time, in between arguments as to why the prices are too high. he knows that one isn't nearly as expensive as what he's charging. another is just a weed. a third won't keep longer than a month, so he should be given a discount for taking it off his hands. the clerk tries, but it almost seems like overkill by the time the man caves and offers Tonic a large, all-around discount.
Tonic pays with the standard coin currency (who knows where he got them), and walks back out of the store very pleased with himself and carrying four satchels of dried plant matter in his arm.]
Too easy...! [he laughs, opening one of his bundles to take a fistful of dried leaves and shove them in his mouth with a happy, crunching hum of satisfaction.] What an idiot. He had no idea how much this is worth.
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[he knows it's foolish; those flowers will wilt before he even has a chance to do anything with them. but it makes him feel better about the whole thing, and he'd kick himself later if he didn't at least try...
luckily for Tonic, he does recognize the storefront that was shown to him, between descriptions and his own brand of magic. he points it out after a moment of staring, and confirms that it's the right place after getting a peek in their large windows.
he heads right in, pulling Tek along by the hand... and the shopkeeper is surprised to see them, as this looks like the kind of place that only old ladies and cruncy, earthier types would frequent. Tonic immediately begins eyeing the shelves behind the counter, though, staring at jars and boxes (all neatly arranged, uniform, organized) and paying no mind to whatever samples are brewing on the front windowsill or what special arrangements are on sale on a display window nearby.
there's a polite exchange between him and clerk, of course. Tonic isn't so rude as to ignore them completely. but once he finds what he's looking for, he hones in and goes for the kill.
he asks for large quantities of several herbs, one at a time, in between arguments as to why the prices are too high. he knows that one isn't nearly as expensive as what he's charging. another is just a weed. a third won't keep longer than a month, so he should be given a discount for taking it off his hands. the clerk tries, but it almost seems like overkill by the time the man caves and offers Tonic a large, all-around discount.
Tonic pays with the standard coin currency (who knows where he got them), and walks back out of the store very pleased with himself and carrying four satchels of dried plant matter in his arm.]
Too easy...! [he laughs, opening one of his bundles to take a fistful of dried leaves and shove them in his mouth with a happy, crunching hum of satisfaction.] What an idiot. He had no idea how much this is worth.