[Maede]

The cool air raked his fur as bubbles erupted from the pot. Despite the chilly breeze, the warmth from the cauldron fogged his glasses. Wiping the delicate scopes with a sigh, he starts to measure out more herbs for the mixture. His client is terribly sick. The fear of losing his clients due to a simple mistake always clouds his mind and haunts his dreams. He won’t let it happen again.