“That might be... this is a gamble, but I am confident I’ll come out ahead. This was given to me by a guy in flashy armor after hearing the value of my potion.”
“I see…”
“… I have never seen a recovery potion with such a strange color; it might be a rare item. If I hesitated back then and asked to be paid with money instead, it would be the same as leaving the tiger’s den empty-handed. I’ll get it appraised tomorrow and find out how much it is worth.”
“Oh, I will foot the appraisal fee. Not just that, I will even recommend a good place for you.”
“Old man?”
Verita frowned. The tavern owner wasn’t a bad guy, but he was definitely not a charitable man. There must be a catch.