The old man blinked, clearly caught off guard by Damon's sudden, dramatic declaration. "You want all of this old man's stock? Are you sure?"
"Yes, Great Master," Damon replied solemnly, folding his hands with exaggerated reverence. "This one may not have much, but I know treasure when I see it. These potions…they just need a little time."
The old man squinted at him, lips twitching in amusement. "You're a strange one, boy. Most players would call me a fraud and walk away laughing."
Damon gave a faint smile. "I am not most players, Great Master."
That earned a low chuckle. "A fool calling another fool great master. Go inside and take whatever you want."
Damon politely nodded. He then climbed into the old shack and went inside to take a look. The floor was creaky and the whole shop was poorly maintained. There was dust and cobwebs everywhere.
