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He thought it would be a simple brew to find, and he had hoped an inexpensive one. Something to help his father –sleep- when he’d taken a chill from stripping out of his fine coat after a night of drinking, never mind the stomach ache he’d growled about from glutting on too much Bhar meat. But the first person he’d thought to go to wanted far too much coin for it, It was a fools price, or the price one would tell a masked noble perhaps assuming they would, and could pay with little question.
Asking about had led him to find her, Look for the one with two aprons they said, all stuffed pockets full of various herbs. She would be able to brew him something, or mix some paste he could feed his venerable father.
