"Well, you know me, Merri -- I can never say no to a sale!" And then she was promptly back on her feet, scurrying behind the divider separating the back of the desk from the patient area. Money was money, and Merrion's gil was as good as anyone else's, hypochondriac or not. Cy's hand went to the necklace around her neck and plucked a key from the string, using it to unlock the cabinet of supplies.
She poked her head out from behind the cupboard door. "How many do you want for now? And just so you know, I'm going to be kind and not tack on Mr. Hier's usual Inconvenience Fee." Cy shot a meaningful glance at the ticking clock on the wall -- after closing hours -- and nodded towards it before disappearing back into the cabinet. The sound of rummaging soon ensued: glass phials clinking against one another, clattering in their trays as she searched out the right pale-green stock. Not the Hi-Potions -- those were on special order, she needed Cormac's signature to sell those...