Kael pedaled slowly along the gravel street, his green bicycle rattling slightly as it crossed the repaired section of the path.
He wasn't in a rush, but he also didn't want to waste time.
Harbor's pharmacy was only two shops down from Martha's general store. The entire street, like most of the village, had an old-fashioned feel.
As Kael rolled to a stop in front of the pharmacy, he hopped off the bike and leaned it against the wall.
Inside, a man was behind the counter—about fifty, slightly round around the middle, wearing a tucked-in checkered shirt and wide glasses. His thinning white hair stuck out in tufts over his ears, and he had the look of someone who had worked here for most of his life.
The man looked up. "Morning," he said in a deep, unhurried voice.
Kael stepped forward. "Morning. I'm looking for malaria medicine."
The man gave him a sharp look, then raised an eyebrow. "You're Kael, right?"
That made Kael pause. "Yes... Do I know you?"
