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The slimy sound of a moist past being smashed and ground into a slightly gritty bowl always managed to capture Magalyn's curiosity. The stiffness of the puke green paste mixed with the somehow still herbal smell, despite the numerous amounts of other ingredients the root paste now contained, all mashed together to create a concoction one wouldn't even want to toss into the sewage troughs outside. "Nearly finished," she told the tall man waiting at the front counter. He had come rushing in, begging for some medicine to break his masters' fever. She had guessed that if his master did indeed die, he would be forced into the Warrens. A place no sane person would wish to live. So after having the man describe the rest of his masters' symptoms, she assured him that she could cure whatever illness he was suffering from, and went straight to work. Mixing and grinding different ingredients is definitely not a hard task, but mixing and grinding the right ingredients could definitely use a bit of know how. Two of the ingredients that lay in her bowl right now happened to be extremely poisonous when ingested separately, for example. "Add just under half a teaspoon to his meals a day, and he should be fine in two weeks time or so," she said as she packaged the concoction in a weak looking wood box, wrapped in a thin cloth. "And tell him loosing a bit of that belly never hurt the body nor the mind," she said as she set the bundle down on the counter.

He looked her, a bit puzzled, and asked, "How did you know my Master was."

Mags cut him off with a grin, "most noblemen are fat, good sir. It wouldn't even take a bit of luck for me to assume he was and be right." He looked a mix of amused and flustered. "That'll be..." she trailed off, bringing her finger to her chin, calculating the price of the ingredients. "I'll settle for two silvers."

"Well, if this does what you say and as quick as you say," he dropped the two coins plus one into her waiting palm, "you should charge at least triple that. Of course, that's assuming you keep up that oh so charming wit of yours," he said with a chuckle as he plucked the bag from the counter and walked out, eager to be the obedient little servant his master needed him to be.

Perhaps this little herbs shop would work out, after all.

She blinked as he little helper rushed in the front entrance and plopped a basket onto the counter. She eyed the already growing rash along her arm and sighed. "Settle down, now," she said as she scooted the basket over to one of her stools so she could sit while she sorted through what she was sure to be a number of poisonous herbs. "How does your arm feel?" she asked. And although he smooth features bled disappointment, her green eyes shined a bright wonder. Despite her obvious failure gather herbs, her overwhelming positive energy and optimism was a wash of relief. Relief? "Do you now?" she asked with a smirk. "Oh, I wouldn't be so confident, young one." Mags had taken up addressing the elf as younger for her due to her hyperactive demeanor. She reminded Mags of a child when in reality, the two would probably be closer in age then she might suspect. She did her best to hide a small smile away, and quickly snapped her eyes to the basket.

Peering over the edge, peeking inside, she gasped an exaggerated gasp. Eyes bursting with pity and sorrow and grief, found young Allyayna. Salty tears welled up as she choked back a knot in her throat. "Dear... that rash..." a sob rushed up her throat as she spoke. Something was obviously wrong, probably something along the lines of incurable contact poison. Slender hands moved to cover her mouth and nose, an obvious sign of concern, "I'm sorry." She turned her back to the young elf, struggling to hold her composure. For agonizing moments, she forced herself not to giggle, that'll teach her to settle for 'good enough.'

Mags sighed, the girl had obviously misunderstood her fraud. Or maybe she was just a horrible actress? Ether way, Allaynas' obliviousness was almost depressing. "Yes yes, maybe later," she shook her head. "Sit down so I can take care of that rash," she patted a stool and carefully went through the basket that Allayna had brought in. "If you had gathered the ones on the list, you wouldn't have a big rash on your arm," she said as she tossed what looked like a weed into the trash can, and probably the cause to said rash. Quickly gathering a bowl and a few herbs from her shelves, she began mixing and smashing and stirring until a smelly paste was left at the bottom of the bowl. Extra stinky, just because. "Now hold still," she instructed as she smeared the cold paste across Allaynas' arm. Cool and relieving, almost like a Icyhot commerci-- I mean, what's that?

She grinned at Allayna as she inhaled, underplaying the horrid smell. Through all her excited hyperness, Allayna came off quite cute to Mags. But by the Gods, did she suck the energy out of her. Magalyn would sleep well tonight. "I told you Duke Drake isn't as mean as you think," she said as she went to rinse her mixing bowl out. "He's just set in his ways, that's all. But enough about all that, why don't you go get us a drink? Maybe some tea?" Yes, tea sounded delicious. Setting a small bell on the front counter, in case a customer came by while they were in the other room, and strolled into the back room. "You didn't cause any trouble while you were out gathering, did you?" she asked, half accusing, as she sat down in her favorite chair.

She couldn't help but follow each splash as tea flung left and right from each mug. Did she really mind? Of course not. Was she going to clean it up? She laughed inwardly to herself, hell no. Would she make Allayna clean it up? She sighed, deciding that it would probably be best to clean it herself later. "On secodn thought," she plucked both mugs of tea from Allaynas' hands, "maybe it'd be best if you stayed off the caffeine for a bit, hm?" She smiled and sipped on one of the cups. "Sometimes I wonder how you keep all that energy of yours." She patted the cushion next to her and set the mugs down on the opposite side of her. "Careful not to use it all up, maybe it'll all come in handy one day."

"Yes, he can be a big meanie face," she grinned at her, enjoying her vocabulary. "But it's not my place to serve justice, he'll get what's due soon enough." She couldn't help but chuckle as Allayna confessed to digging up yet another garden. "You just told on you," she laughed, jabbing a finger against Allaynas' forehead. "We'll replant it tomorrow, and you'll apologize again, right?" she said, more telling than asking. "You'll just have to be more careful from now on."

The tiny man known as Tip Lasttree skipped along down the street. He was only 3'9'' in height, with slightly pointed ears and curly, shaggy hair of a grass green color. He was dressed in his usual attire of a long-sleeved green shirt and brown pants, clothes that would blend in with the forest where he spent most of his time. A satchel bounced along on his shoulder, and a little dagger was strapped to his hip. His leather shoes tapped lightly on the ground with his steps, and his dark brown eyes scanned the area around him. It was rare for him to emerge from the forest and come into town, but he was on serious business today. This could not be guessed by looking at him though, for his eyes were alight with wonder, a small smile graced his lips, and he continued to skip merrily.

He found what he was looking for when he came upon an herb shop. Yes, this might do just fine! He entered the shop, but did not see anyone right away. He approached the counter but could not see over the top to notice the bell that had been set out. That was all right, he was in no hurry. Well, all right, yes he was. Well, kinda. But did it matter? He would get there when he got there. He could have run all the way here and made better time, but since when did hurrying do anybody good? Far more good would be done by him keeping a pleasant opinion of the world. Things just seemed to work out for optimists.

He stepped away from the counter so that he could be seen better, and just looked around for the moment, soaking in the environment of the shop. Then he decided to announce his presence. "Good day! Is there anybody here? I don't mean to be a bother, but you may be unaware that you have a customer!" He said. While he waited, he began to hum and whistle quietly to himself, rocking back and forth on his feet as he continued to admire the building.

Tip thought he heard a squeal from somewhere in the back, and he stopped humming and rocking and just tilted his head to listen. Soon, a girl with long, light hair and red eyes came from somewhere in the back. She had a mug of something in her hand, and was splashing it all over the place. Tip raised an eyebrow at the girl, who only continued to act carelessly by dropping the mug on the counter. She came around and offered her hand, which was covered in the liquid. Tip could tell that it was tea from the scent in the air. He smiled at the excitable girl as she introduced herself as Allayna and said that "Mags", presumably the shop keeper, would be here shortly. Tip took the girl's hand without hesitation, not bothered by the tea as he shook her hand. "Hello there, fair lady! My name is Tip Lasttree. I do hope I'm not interrupting anything! Do you need a hand in cleaning that up?" He motioned with his head toward the mug on the counter and the puddles of tea everywhere, wondering why the girl would be running around spilling tea everywhere. Was she just so hyper that she could not control it, or was it no big deal? In any case, it was certainly odd behavior, but it bothered him none.

Tip smiled at the girl in response to her giggling. She seemed like a pleasant, happy young woman, if not a little reckless, but ah, sometimes one just had to live a little. He tilted his head curiously when Allayna refused his offer to clean up the floor, saying that it makes it smell pretty. "Well all right, nothing wrong with that I suppose." Just as long as it was fine with the owner of the shop, but that was none of his business right now. They could work all of that out on their own. Speaking of the owner, she seemed to be taking her time to appear.

The girl acknowledged this and took it upon herself to help Tip out. She should be capable of helping; After all, she did work here, and so Tip did not give it a second thought. "Ah, yes! You see, the deer herd that I'm in charge of has become infected with some kind of illness. Many of the fawns are weak and sick, and I fear that they might not make it for much longer! I was hoping I could find something here that would help to fight off the infection. Um, I'm afraid I don't know what the illness is, but they develop white crusty rashes on their undersides, and they begin to wheeze and have trouble breathing."