It hand been raining, hard. So hard in fact that it seemed at any moment any windows being besieged by it would give in and shatter.
Most people on a day like today would assume to see very little business, only the pretentious artsy-types go out in rain.
Suddenly the silence of the shop was interrupted. The squeak of the door revealed a man, soaked to the skin with water. Maybe he was a customer, Maybe he just wanted to get out of the rain.
He wandered through the shop, turning in all sorts of directions. This was too much for him. He came from a race which rejected magic, and as such had never seen anything like this.
He meandered through the shop, making his way to the counter leaving a trail of water which dripped from his clothes and hair. It wasn’t until he made his way closer to the counter, that his featured under his damp hair became apparent. He had a handful of faded scars on his face and neck, however the scar which stood out the most what the cross shape on his left cheek.
wiping the wet Hair off his face he spoke. “Does this place ah-.” He waved his hand, trying to articulate. His left hand, curiously dangling at his side. “….Potions?”