"Who never knew stealing potions could be this difficult."
. . .
A bulk brown wooden building near a frozen shoreline emerged beyond the snowy fog, with docks and the like situated near a ring of frost-capped mountains. Over there, there were several tables, each with a brewing station perched on the top. Bookcases, empty potion bottles, and goods were located within the building. At the same time, the exterior got blocked by frost ravens.
"So… let's cloak my damn self first." With a swift motion, he donned the black cloak, deliberately obscuring his vision, his eyes, mouth, and nose. Then, slowly, he approached the building, using the tall pine trees to hide.
"So close. Yet s-so cold, damn it."
