****(POV)
Today I have many errands to do.
First thing first I visit my associate.
A man that sells medicine in a small desolate shop in the city.
His products are renowned to be mostly ineffective, but cheap.
Actually, he is one of the purveyors of poison for our assassin's guild.
In the back of the shop, I displace a hollow statue revealing a hole underneath.
Before long appears before my eyes a man working in a dark room.
Handling diverse tubes expertly. I greet him.
"Hey there. I will need a refill."
"Didn't I already give you lots last week? Surely you haven't used it all!"
"*Sigh* Actually, I did."
"Wow. Just wow. How many did you kill?!"
"None. None at all. Someone used it as seasoning."
"What do you mean as seasonings?! Are you taking me for an idiot?!"
"Nope, he's asked me to procure him some more spices as he called them."
