Location [Syliras Location] Stormhold Salves

[Dusk]

Stormhold Salves is a small apothecary shop located in the Third Tier of Stormhold Castle, in one of the more enviable spots in the entirety of the tier. It's success has won it a coveted courtyard wall location with real outside windows overlooking the tree lined outdoor portion of the bazaar, which not only makes it one of the few shops with fresh air and sunshine, it also makes it easily found by anyone who wanders into the Great Bazaar. Though it looks quaint, nearly anything a person needs can be provided by Mistress Sahfri, even the more exotic herbs from far-away lands. There is no real rhyme or reason to how the shop is set up, every wall lined with shelves and shelves of glass jars. Some are cordoned off with thick velvet curtains to protect the herbs from bright sunlight streaming through the windows. Other bottles are filled with liquids of every imaginable color, distilling in the warm rays of Syna's light. The seeming chaos is easily mastered by the shopkeeper, Mistress Sahfri, who is helped along by the extra pair of long, strong arms. She can be found nearly anytime, day or night, always with a calm smile and a welcoming word - usually in whatever language the speaker prefers. All prices are by inquiry only. NPC : Sahfri Blackleaf Mistress Sahfri is a four-armed Eypharian from Ahnatep, though she left when she was very young. She traveled first with the Chaktawe healers and later with the Benshira, learning all she could about the plantlife and herbal uses in Eyktol. When she was satisfied with what she'd learned there, she moved onto to the Drykas and learned what she could of Cyphrus, ending her tour in Riverfall with the calm, strong Akalak men. Eventually she felt the need to settle down, and made a home in Syliras where she opened a business to serve the needs of the humans. She doesn't have the usual disdain for humans that most Eypharians have. Skill List Herbalism: 35 pts Negotiation: 45 pts Philtering: 30 pts Poison: 30 pts Meditation: 20 pts Languages Pavi (basic) Shiber (basic) Tukant (basic) Arumenic (fluent) Common (fluent) Tawna (fluent)

[Marc]

39th Day of Spring, 511. Marc walked into the apothecary calmly, letting the door close slowly behind him before walking up to speak with the renowned herbalist. As an educated scholar from Zeltiva, the extra set of arms were not entirely unsettling, but Marc was not exactly eager to befriend this woman. He walked up to her and gave a courteous bow as he spoke, reading off a list he had prepared earlier. He had finally found out the solution to his 'night issues,' and after scouring the Great Bazaar for an entire morn, he had stopped into this humble shop in search of one thing. "Excuse me ma'am, but I was curious as to whether you had any - No, I am not here for any potions, per-se... I simply wish to purchase a couple vials of flare paste. Thank you." Marc checked that item off of his shopping list, if it could be called that, as the surprisingly attractive alchemist went and dotted through her stores of glass bottles. Marc gave a subtle sigh as she brought back not two, but three vials, accompanied by a perfectly mastered and skillfully placed smile. "Ah... Yes. I must have meant three." Marc said as he placed the fifteen gold mizas in her hand. He mustered his own polite and gentlemanly smile as he bowed once more, placing the vials in a pouch under his cloak. A hood pulled over his face, he stepped out into the bustling streets once more, and became a part of the relentless afternoon crowd.

[Crypt]

30th Day of Fall, 512 AV

Crypt gazed around the Apothecary, nodding his head in approval of the prime position it was located in, noting the fresh air and brilliant sunlight. Seeing no one inside, he raised his voice.

“Beg pardon, ma'am, but I'm looking for a few salves and potions to buy. Could you-”

The appearance of Sahfri startled him for a moment, before he regained his composure.

“And what would you be wanting, young one?” She spoke with a melodious voice.

He fidgeted with his moneypouch, uncomfortable with the extra arms and with her great beauty.

“I'm going on a journey soon, but I'm not starting right now. There might be some danger, so I'm looking for mild pain-relieving potions, some ointments to speed up healing of wounds, some unguents to reduce the risk of infection, a few rolls of bandages. I think that'd be all, so do you have them?”

“Give me a few minutes please.” Sahfri turned around and started to go through the shelves, picking up a few items here and there. Crypt watched her dance through her shop as if she was following some unknown rhythm. Not a true dance, but it was almost hypnotic to see her moving. It was not long before she came back with the items Crypt wanted.

“Here's 3 bottles of a mild painkiller, that'll be 3 gold mizas. Each bottle holds one dose. Remember, not more than one dose every hour or you'll be feeling a little woozy. Here's a small jar of healing ointment, rub it into minor to moderate wounds. It'll also help with burns. Wash the wound before applying it. That'll be... 11 silver mizas. We don't have any unguents to reduce infection, but here's a few vials of cleansing potion, that'll clean your wound with a few drops. Let it flow out from your wound. That'll be 19 silver mizas. Ah, yes! Your bandages here. They'll cost you a silver miza a roll. So that'd be...”

“I'll take 4 rolls, please.”

Sahfri paused for a few seconds, taking a breath. Meanwhile, Crypt took the assorted items from her four hands, each carrying different items, and started looking for a spot to put them inside his backpack. Sahfri noticed the action and took a small wooden box, placing it in Crypt's line of sight, interrupting him.

“You might want this box, quite a few healers have bought his in the past to store their medicines and herbs. It's not bulky, it's sturdy and there's enough room for all the items you have right now. Tell you what, since you're buying quite a few items, I'll let you have them all for 75 silver mizas. Is that acceptable?”

A grin broke out on Crypt's face. He nodded once to signify his agreement. After placing the items inside the wooden box and placing it inside his backpack, he fiddled with his money pouch before taking out 7 gold mizas and 5 silver mizas.

“Alright then, ma'am, have a nice day! Thanks for helping me!”

[Arken]

30th of Winter 512 AV

Bedecked in black and cowled lower face covered by a red silk scarf a man entered the Apothecary shop. He put his hood down and unwrapped the scarf from his face allowing it to stay loosely wrapped around his neck. He walked took a few steps towards the first woman and the only woman he saw inside the store. He walked slowly and cautiously leaves that had been blow through the door crunching under his feet. Nervous due to never seeing a four armed woman before he knocked a potion off a table as he walked closer.

He stopped once he was roughly five feet from her and said still a bit nervous and uneasy. "Um, Ms. Blackleaf I presume? Apologies for spilling that erm stuff." he looked over where the potion had shattered on the ground. "What was that stuff anyways? Erm sorry for being a bit informal about this and all but I went to the employment office and the woman I met there said I could find some work here. He looked out one of the windows and then looked back to the woman.

"I know you pry don't have any need for a herbalist right now but I figured you might have at least something in mind that you need done. Maybe a bit of general labor? Delivering a package lifting crates something like.He wrapped his scarf back around the lower part of his face and waited for her answer.