[the courier deliveries take a bit of time in the evenings, but Jin Guangyao appreciates the chance to be active and stretch his legs after a day spent at the moot hall. (or, as it happens, snooping on some interesting conversations via the network.) he lets himself into the apothecary, empty box held under one arm, and calls out a polite,]
Quentin?
[to announce himself. he carries the remaining supplies further into the shop and sets them down on the counter, proceeding to sort the materials that can be shelved to be sold again tomorrow from those that will need to be disposed of.]
action (the same evening as grady's network post)
Quentin?
[to announce himself. he carries the remaining supplies further into the shop and sets them down on the counter, proceeding to sort the materials that can be shelved to be sold again tomorrow from those that will need to be disposed of.]