Tch, Whether I’m In This World Or On Earth, It's All The Same, I Still Work Overtime.
The final customer of the evening exited the store, clutching a bag filled with potions, a shield, a magical amulet, and a collection of throwing daggers.
With his departure, the shop fell silent, as there were no more customers for the day.
Marielle, standing behind the counter, watched the door close with a warm smile. She carefully double-checked the sale on her ledger, her fingers moving gracefully over the parchment paper as she listed each item.
"That's the last sale for tonight," she said softly, looking over at Liriel, who was already wiping down the front display case with swift, efficient movements.
Liriel, always persistent in her work, nodded. "Good. It's been a busy day. I'll finish cleaning up here."
Marielle stepped around the counter, her footsteps quiet as she moved to the shelves, carefully tidying up the potion bottles and straightening the weapons displayed on the walls.