The sun beat down on the canvas shading his stall, as it always did here. A foreign physician, bright red in the pelt and closer to yellow in hide, sat before the herbs aranged on display. Aire was keeping himself busy, most times. Unlike his own master, he couldn't just ask his 'prentice to man the stall. She was learning yet, and could chat up a customer better than he, but she wasn't free labor to the Belrean's mind. More to the point, she wouldn't be around forever, so it paid to keep up on his own chores.

This, for instance. He always set aside some time each day to handle customers and patients. Even if he was technically always available. There was a sign he hung when out conducting his mad experiments, inviting folk to leave a note. Still, it seemed appropriate to bear the heat and the sun for a little while, as his current neighbors did. Couldn't get used to them if he cowered inside his wagon all day. Nor his customers, either!

Mind, he still kept busy. Had to amend his notes and keep checking the new mixtures, for one. Sometimes the sunlight cooked them up for him! Just now, he was taking notes on how the new fire-gel dried under the desert sun...