As the woman came closer, Krishna began to feel a strange tickling feeling, like the first wave of gooseflesh after opening the door of a cozy home to a bitter blizzard. It was somewhat bizarre more than it was anything alarming, so Krishna thought little of it.
"What are you looking for?" Krishna never spoke Aurellian to customers who were obviously Clovennian. His Clovennian was decent enough, though his accent still transformed the language. It was certainly good enough that the flat tone came through easily. He had no reason to rise to the easy bait, and it would not be the first time a Clovennian had swept in calling the pharmacy a glorified herb market. After his recent run-in with a certain Clovennian doctor, Krishna was sure that he would not meet a less pleasant individual.