Elise stepped into the modest shop, her fox ears twitching slightly as the scent of herbs and potions filled her nostrils. Similar but worlds apart to the ones she was familiar with. The place was cramped due to haphazard interior management, shelves lined with dusty jars and faded labels. Behind the counter stood a wiry man with a pinched face, his eyes narrowing as he took in her sharp gaze and the subtle air of authority she carried.
"Good morning," Elise said, her voice smooth but firm. "I'm Elise, representing Herbs & Lotions. We're interested in opening a branch in this city and have identified this location as ideal."
The man's lips curled into a smirk. "This is my shop. Been in my family for generations. Not for sale."
Elise's fox ears flicked slightly, but her expression remained calm. "I understand. However, we're prepared to offer a fair price—enough to compensate you generously and allow you to start anew elsewhere."
