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The sun was still high up in the sky when Grant reached town. It was one of the bigger settlements in the area, and the one with the biggest market. Merchant shifters from the surrounding areas came there almost daily to sell their goods, and Grant was no different. However, his days of standing behind a market stall were behind him.
It wasn't difficult to gain entrance to the town. The few guards that were around were hiding from the sun and heat in the taverns and other establishments which provided with cool drink. It wasn't like they were needed most of the time - and if any trouble occurred, the guards were quickly rounded up to sort it.
Grant moved through the busy streets in the blistering heat, using his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. He dwarfed the crowd around him, being a fairly tall shifter. That only helped to keep people out of his way as he went through. When he reached the heart of the town, his feet took him towards a small shop on the corner. It was kept in cool shade by a larger building, and Grant was grateful for the cool change as he stepped in.
The Apothecary was always his first stop. He was the main supplier of the local herbs and plants that the owner needed.
The owner was an owl shifter, with large curious eyes and a round face. He was kind, if a bit nervous and always paid Grant a fair price. The exchange between them was quick, the owl shifter checked that all of the herbs were there and gave Grant his gold, as well as the medicine he asked for.
Before he knew it, Grant was out on the sun-basked streets again.