Cana was sitting on her usual stool drinking out of a mug filled with her favorite drink. Booze. Nothing out of the usual there. It was a slow day in the guild hall. Only a few mages were around and even they were only stopping by to pick up some things and leave. The distinct voice of Master Makarov talking to someone caught Cana's ear. He seemed to be talking to a salesman. They were trying to push some new product on the master. They reached an agreement and the salesman brought in the product.
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