"Shirley, he wants a high-tier recovery potion," the ash-blonde woman called to the one on the ladder.
"Hold on a minute!" Shirley replied, stretching toward a potion near the far edge.
She retrieved the blue vial, tapped the ladder, and it shifted to the fourth row on her right, where the potion Ian needed was placed.
"How many?" Shirley asked, adjusting her glasses to get a better view.
Ian raised one finger. The woman beside him nodded and turned to Shirley.
"One!"
Shirley grabbed the vial and climbed down, placing it on the counter.
"Tier 4 potion. It's our highest grade—10 gold coins," she said, waiting patiently.
Ian took out the money from his ring, placed it on the counter, and picked up the vial.
He uncorked it, and a wave of soothing scent spread through the room.
Ian inhaled deeply, mentally identifying the herbs used. But his brows furrowed when he caught the scent of something that didn't belong.
