Chapitre 150: Romance of the Wandering Apothecary

In the heart of the dragon and phoenix continent, a luscious canvas of twilight enfolds the bustling encampment. The air is brisk, filled with the smoky scent of dying embers from the fires of supper past. This is the hour when the weary sojourners find their second wind, transforming the once quiet resting ground into a marketplace pulsating with life.

A small crowd gathers, their faces illuminated by a mishmash of lantern light and star glow. They're drawn together not by necessity but by the magnetic allure of laughter and camaraderie. Hands exchange goods with a clink of coin, and the air buzzes with the bartering of stories and wares.

Amidst this nocturnal revelry, a young vendor with the audacity of youth woven through his every word captures their attention. His hair is a wild, untamed mane, framing a face smudged with the day's toils, yet his eyes—oh, his eyes! They gleam with the mischief of a thousand jesters, as he proclaims his potent potions.