As the midday sun glared on the paved roads of the Town of Beginnings, the wanderer casually walked towards the town center where he last set up his little stand. He never meant it to be monthly, but with the amount of potions he makes and the amount of buyers of the lesser quality, his stock begins to pile up and it becomes a nuisance to stare at. With a quick swipe of his fingers, he opens up his HUD and quickly stares taking out tables, shelves, and a comfy chair. Soon, he began to place poti