Mahret squeaked at Desiree and suddenly charged into the shop, knocking over a display of distillation bottles.
“Hey-hey, hey! Stop! What if I have a worker in here?!” Kalysto hissed. “You can’t just go sending a massive blind Felhunter into a place with glass everywhere…” She crouched down and began to pick up the mess.
Mahret stopped dead in her tracks and made a loud angry gurgle. *”Stuff in back. Two. Never smell them before.”*