The man in the cloak froze slightly as he looked at the two people standing in front of his stall.
He had just finished setting up, and now these two were already standing there.
Instinctively, he adjusted his hood and spoke softly, "Do you two need anything?"
Judging by his voice, the man beneath the cloak seemed to be quite young.
Probably no more than in his twenties.
"Nothing much! Just curious about what you're selling," Fang Hao replied casually.
"Oh, just some small potions I've made," the cloaked man answered offhandedly.
He then began pulling out potions from his backpack.
He laid them out on the coarse linen cloth in front of him.
Unlike the sleek glass bottles offered by the Alchemist Guild, the cloaked man's potions were encased in rough ceramic bottles.
They looked like potions crafted by some amateur or outsider.
A few mercenaries walking by glanced at them briefly and walked away without stopping.