Running Errands

[Sarus]

His black cloak with silk trim rustled in the wind, as he had made his way to the shop seemingly unnoticed. Sarus entered the shop, as he did quite frequently, and looked at the dusty shelves and racks full of plants, liquids and powders. He needed some ingredients for is potions and his sickly friend, who lie in bed currently, waiting for Sarus to return to his aid.

He walked by shelves taking containers of odd powder and herbs, and while turning he ran into someone. “Oh, I am sorry, I did not see you there,” he said flatly while picking up the items he wished to purchase.

[Faust]

Faust was out shopping for special potions to help him deal with his Gaia sickness, something he kept very secret. To his displeasure Lord Faust couldn't find a single item he needed.

He had turned to leave only to be bumped into by a man who was, like himself, looking for ingrediants. "Thats quite alright." The lord said kindly as the man, who was most definately older than he, apologized.

[Sarus]

He looked up when he heard Faust’s voice. Sarus’s jaw dropped slightly and he let out a small gasp when he was certain who he was looking at. Immediately dropping, yet again, his items, Sarus stood on his feet and then bowed as low as he could. “My lord, may I ask why you are here? You do not seem injured,” his words were spoken in a slight shock.

From his bow he, once again, had to squat to pick up his things, and put them all into his left hand. He stared at Faust’s face expecting an explanation.

[Faust]

"I am feeling a bit under the weather." He told hime, pulling his trenchcoat close around him. His white hair fluttered slightly as a breeze came through the open door to the apothecary.

"And please, if you must call me "lord" then call me Lord Faust." He laughed slightly. "My lord sounds so formal, I prefer to have a more casual way of doing things, unless it is called that there be formality."