The soft beeping of scanned items finally came to a stop.
"That'll be 1,945 AUR!" chirped Grilo, his voice bubbling with the same optimism he'd worn since Kaidren stepped into the shop. The wavy-haired employee's aquamarine eyes practically shimmered under the soft store lighting, clearly delighted at having a customer who wasn't just browsing.
Kaidren gave a slow nod, his expression unreadable as usual. The price barely registered in his mind. It wasn't that he didn't value money, but at this moment, his thoughts were already moving forward—to the potion making, the experimentation, the results. The cost was nothing compared to what he hoped to gain.
Reaching into his hoodie pocket, Kaidren drew out a small, folded bills that was exactly four crisp 500 AUR bills. Each was sleek and durable, the deep golden hue of high denomination currency marked with intricate symbols that shimmered faintly as he handed them over.
