Lemongrass was immediately concerned. From the look on her face, it looked like she had been crying for quite some time. He quickly entered the room and hugged Dreamrunner. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"
Tyrol pointed at the a line of stacked potions and bottles on the table. Apparently he had arranged them according to colour. "I had no idea they even sold smoke bombs these days. I thought you had to order them or something. Huh."