Thread:HawkDragon1763/@comment-34012245-20191211220102/@comment-33229352-20191212134628

Felix, dressed in a bright red cape with the hood pulled low over his face, threaded through the crowd to get a look at the potion stand, silently praying that no one would recognize him. He just wanted to wander around the Medieval sect in peace for once. Perhaps he wanted to buy some potions himself, or maybe ascertain if what they were peddling was legitimate.