Krem blinks in surprise: usually people shouting for attention at their shops are much more energetic than this, but apparently it's a decent tactic because it manages to grab his attention where he'd easily ignored other cries at the rest of the stalls he wasn't already interested in.

Medicine, though...? His mercenary company has a skilled doctor, so he's never really looked outside them unless given a list of things to procure by the man himself.

But. "I'm not sick," he replies, which doesn't sound like an outright refusal especially given that it hasn't stopped him from taking a few steps closer and looking down at the things on offer. Strange how nice they appear, beautiful bottles and elegant packages, given how the man had planted himself right down in the street. Certainly, it all looks less sketchy than some of the medicines he's been offered in Darktown and Lowtown. Regardless, for good measure he adds: "or interested in addling my own mind."