While the others took their positions, a collection of pills was placed in the cabinets by Andrea, following the standard labelled storage plan that they were built on.
The signs were all in runic, so a casual visitor would have no idea what they held, but the shopkeepers wouldn't have to guess. In shops like this, it was customarily only one master Alchemist and one or two apprentices, so they would know where everything was, what was sold and what was purchased.
But with so many, they needed labels.
They might settle it to just the two shopkeepers, with Remi as the reclusive master called on when there was an issue or a custom order.
But for now, they just needed to look competent.
That was the most important part to the Alchemists of the Darklight Hosts. They were the local Guild, the official vendor of ingestible buffs near both the arena and the dungeon. If they didn't look like they knew what they were doing, it would make everyone else look bad.
