Arad walked out of the guild and marched across the street, heading toward the city plaza where he should find Roberta's shop. He got there but still could see her anywhere.
^I hate it being active all the time.^ Arad growled inside, bothered by his void eyes stuck active. Right now, he could see mana as a faint blue haze coursing through everyone, which was annoying.
He approached one of the shops there and looked at the owner, "Did you see Roberta's shop anywhere? It could also belong to a man named Geralt."
The shop owner lifted his head, glaring at Arad's face for a second before gasping, "The dragon slayer!" She stumbled back.
Arad sighed, "I'm not Alcott. Can you stop overreacting?"
"I'm not!" The shop owner gasped, "After Alcott's retirement, you're the one the dragons spoke with!"
"Alcott isn't retiring. He's recovering from an injury for the time being, and I'm not even holding his place." Arad looked at the owner, "Can you answer my question."
