The Logistics

"Uhh… this pill and this pill." A young man pointed at two different pills that were showcased under formation barriers.

"Antidotes, again?" the seller asked. "Did the last few pills not work either?" 

The young man gave a sad smile and shook his head. "None of them seem to work, so I have to keep on trying with new ones," he said as he looked through the various pills that were on show. "Are there any that are not on display?"

"No, I wouldn't dare hide pills from a customer when I could be selling them," the seller said. 

"I see," the young man said sadly. "How much for the pills?' 

"52 thousand true spirit stones," the seller said.

The young man gave a dry laugh when he heard that. "So expensive," he said softly as he fished for some spirit stones.

"It's a fair price, young man," the seller said. "I wouldn't try to profit off of someone's illness. It wouldn't sit right with my conscience."