The sound of footsteps was audible in the merchant’s square. Mystics are busy walking around buying food, supplies, and the occasional odd item that peeks their attention. I was setting up my wares for the day, preparing the medicines for the sick and potions to cure illness.
I always loved helping the citizens of Florence. Everyone needs healing and no one should be sick. I sold little charms, trinkets for luck, fertility, good health, and many other everyday needs. I also sold little toys for children, for I felt sorry for them if I ever see them sad.
Especially the poor, the orphans, and the homeless, who wandered the streets cold, hungry, and sad. I kept the prices low, so that anyone could buy what they need. If the one could not pay, I will still give them the item they needed, te
