A unique, pungent smell lingered in the room, giving it the impression of being harmful to the body.
The person in the room stared at the two sudden intruders.
It was an elderly lady with totally white, shoulder-length hair, whose hands and face were full of wrinkles. Her overalls had more green stains than Enfrea’s, giving it a strong smell of grass.
Enfrea address the old lady when he entered:
"Granny!"
"What is it, no need to be so loud, I can hear you. My ears are still fine."
Enfrea only had a paternal grandmother, who was also the best pharmacist in the city, Lizzie Bareal.
"Quick, take a look."
Taking the potion Enfrea gave her, Lizzie's intense gaze gave Verita shivers, as if she was facing a powerful veteran.