It was just another day at work, though in your profession, you couldn’t exactly say it was boring. None of your days were truly that.

You ran a very successful magical shop, providing potions and charms for all sorts of fairytale clientele.

Generally, your shop would remain hidden to ordinary mortals, and some of the more dangerous magical creatures like fae folk or vampires, but for some reason, on that particular day, it would seem the protective charms cast upon the building meant to make an exception.

The bell above the door rang cheerfully and you looked up to greet your next customer—but as soon as you saw him, the words got stuck in your throat. You have never seen a true orc and this one was a sight to behold.

He looked around the shop curiously, until his eyes landed on you...