Ahh, there is a new face. I am Nima Ruda, town apothecary. If your feet point to Qud, you’ll need some of my wares before you go.
Live and drink, wayfarer.
Time and rest are the surest way to dress a wound, but my wares can help if you’re in a hurry.
The Fates watch you, (player's formaladdressterm).
Don’t let your nostrums run dry on the road. I have what you need.
[1] What wares do you offer? | |
[2] Where are you from? | |
[3] Live and drink. | [End] |
Witchwood for pain, bandages for bleeding, yuckwheat and honey for when your guts act up. Coldcaps when I can find them. Why not take a look?
[1] Where are you from? | |
[2] Live and drink. | [End] |
I grew up right here in Joppa, daughter of the Elder and all. Spent some years delving, but gave it up after a few near escapes and nearly deadly wounds. I’m better suited to herbalism anyway, and my father worries less.
[1] Will you inherit leadership of Joppa from your father? | |
[2] Live and drink. | [End] |
Fates forfend. I would hardly like to lead a village and run a shop at the same time.
[1] Fair enough. Live and drink. | [End] |