It was a fine specimen for the prying eyes. Muscles curved from hardship puckered out from the tightly fitted clothes. Each movement outlined the moving muscles working underneath. Well-defined pecs and deeply ingrained abs highlighted themselves on his dark clothing.
Avina's eyes traveled downwards against his tapered waist before snatching her gaze back. A suspicious blush invited itself across her cheeks, revealing her thoughts. Luckily, Donolve hadn't noticed her staring.
He took out the marble inside his mouth and placed it back into the glass container. A satisfied smile bloomed on his face as he shook the bottle. A gentle jingle of marble against glass only improved his grin.
"Give me a list of what you need and I'll see what I can do," Donolve turned and said. He was in a rather good mood and wouldn't negotiate anymore. Trading the ever-so-rare mermaid's tears for some potion ingredients didn't sound so bad.
