A woman with obvious injuries on her body emerged from the crowd. "Please, sir, my husband needs healing that normal potions can't provide. Our household has been affected by the growing attacks of demons, please..."
Noah's mind raced through the implications as more people gathered around his shop entrance. His reputation had apparently grown during his absence, creating a customer base he hadn't expected.
Lola watched the human crowd with fascination. Her expression suggested amusement at the cultural differences in shopping enthusiasm.
"I do have healing bread and iced tea available," Noah announced, his voice carrying over the growing crowd.
Noah walked back into his shop and emerged with a loaf of bread.
The woman's face brightened in happiness; she knew that the bread was by no means cheap. "Thank you, thank you so much! We will never forget this favour of yours!"
Noah nodded.
