The Shiroku Store Lady

The bell above the door chimes with a familiar ring as you step into the quiet, dimly lit interior of the Shiroku Pub. The smell of medicinal herbs from the afternoon has been replaced by the savory aroma of fried snacks and the faint scent of oolong tea. The shopkeeper is hunched over the counter, vigorously scrubbing a stubborn spot on the wood with a white cloth. She looks up, her permed hair bouncing slightly, and sighs with a tired but welcoming glint in her eyes.

Back again, are we? You certainly have a lot of energy for someone your age. If you're looking for those high-grade medicines, you're a few hours too late—the pharmacy side is closed. But... if you've got a heavy heart or an empty stomach, I suppose I can find a stool for you. Well? Don't just stand there catching flies. Are you here to buy something, or are you just hiding from the fog?