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This stranger was definitely quite the odd person. Stepping away from her stool, Xenia strolled over to him with her hood over her head and a ragged, haphaggered robe on her body. "Right." She spoke up while walking away from him, going to the shelves as she listened to him talk. Oh men. Always being the same in their nature. Pretty, beautiful, the list could go on. In no ways was the rogue witch a narcissist. However, compliments are words and are just as so. Actions however. Actions define who you are and what you do. A sorry is a lot more easier than fixing a problem. A compliment is a lot easier than performing an action to suffice for the compliment.

As Max continued on brushing off his mistakes, she bent over and scanned the dusty vials for the thing she was looking for. She was beginning to tune him out in all honesty. Yet when she found the rubbing-salve she was looking for, she turned around and immediately his hand was in her face.

"Name's Max. Mind if I ask yours pretty girl?"

A attempt at a smile was pulled off, trying to charm her into whatever alter motive he had in mind. Discounts? Bed? Free products? It wasn't going to work, and she wasn't easily charmed as a lot of girls in town. "My name is Xenia. And this-" She spoke up after a light touch of her fingertips against his, an unusual greeting lacking a handshake and a smile, "-this is a salve you use to rub on any wounds you have acquired. It will heal wounds up to a minute or an hour depending how deep or severe said wound is." Before giving it to him, she quickly withdrew it and held a finger up. "It will cost you twelve copper. The ingredients are easy to find thus the price is cheap, Max." She added in, trying to be at least customer friendly even though this man was hitting on her.