Drawn by the sound in the town, Kozan looked out from the alchemist's house to a crowd gathered.
"Wretches, it must be another drunken brawl." He spat. "And this early in the morning." The alchemist looked up, clearly amused, in part that he had to service a Vanda Nomad, but more so that this customer was so knowledgeable in the art of herbivore, surpassing his own, but kept his mouth shut. After the alchemist had obtained two new glass bottles, Kozan nodded in affirmation, giving the man a seldom seen branch of Whooping Willow. However, the shopkeeper knew that this would be all the man woul