"Excellent." The young man seemed most proud of himself. It was as if the horrific scene outside just a few moments ago amounted to nothing compared to the glory of completing a quality elixir.
"Just set it in the back room with the others, and don't forget to label it," the shopkeeper said before he rambled off to assist a new customer. I watched the young man walk behind the counter, down a hall and disappear to the left. Within a few moments, he was back to begin working with a mortar and pestal on new ingredients.
I took a look out the window and noticed the sun was setting. It appeared that my time in the city was almost up if I wanted to make it out of here before the gates closed.
After quickly making sure the path was clear, I slipped behind the counter and silently made my way down the hall before turning to the left. I found myself in a small room with shelves lining every wall covered in dozens of potions, elixirs, and various bottles. I looked around and found the potion the young man just made . . without a label. Just then I heard the young man behind me call out down the hall, "I forgot to add the label! I will just put it on there -" He turned and sharply inhaled since we were face to face.
Without another thought I quickly put my hand over his mouth and slipped his legs out from under him using my foot. Over the man's muffled protests, I heard the faint questioning remark from the shopkeeper asking him to repeat himself.
After quickly analyzing the situation I realized I had nothing to gag him with and needed that elixir. I looked down at the man I was now straddling and did the only thing that came to mind. I promptly pulled him up and kissed him hard as I grabbed for the vial. The man was so thoroughly shocked, he didnt have time to process what had just happened before I bolted for the door with a little salute as a farewell.