Remi floated off Karl's shoulder to sit on the counter and transform back to her diminished Naga form, still no more than a metre long, and extremely slender compared to a human her weight.
{Elder Socrate? The Karl says that you know Alchemy. I need recipes. I have stuff, and recipes to trade. Do you want to know how to fix your hairline? I have a very good hair growth cream.
It works instantly, even if the hair loss is extreme.}
The Elder laughed. "At my age, this level of hair loss is dignified, I will have you know. I have quite gotten used to it. But perhaps just a little bit to thicken the beard."
Remi slithered up his arm, while the customer at the counter recoiled in horror.
He was definitely not a snake person. Not at all.
Leave that nonsense to the Monster Man and the Elders.
