"Professor, do you know him?"
Genevieve asked curiously.
Channing intently stared at Adam for a few long moments. "I might," he said with some uncertainty.
Might? The auburn-haired young woman arched an eyebrow.
She turned back to Adam and found him still haggling over the price of potions. She found it slightly amusing.
"Come with me," Channing said before promptly heading in his direction.
Genevieve followed a step behind.
As the two got closer, they now clearly heard what the disagreement was about.
"…Ten gold is the market price. That's the retail price, not the buying price!"
"Don't care," Adam said with a flippant smile. "I'll only sell it at ten a piece."
The staff, an elven boy, was about to argue back. But Adam didn't give him the chance.
"As I've already mentioned, my potions are slightly more potent than your average ones," he continued. "And it takes less time for the effects to kick in. Do you know what that means, young man?"
