hutson made his way toward the flea market, ready to sell his Whitefresh Healing Potions.
Among all the magical wares available, healing potions were a staple.
They were always in high demand, frequently bought and used by sorcerers on missions.
This would be his first time selling, and he intended to observe how the market responded before committing to a long-term strategy.
Officially brewed potions were superior in quality, but many apprentices relied on independent sellers for more affordable options.
As long as the potion worked, that was enough for most buyers.
The flea market was essentially an open square, a chaotic space filled with vendors and buyers.
As hutson scanned for an empty spot, he spotted a familiar figure.
Sitting on a small stool, surrounded by stacks of thick books, was Leo—the bespectacled scholar.
"Leo!" hutson called out.
The young man adjusted his glasses and looked up.
