Simeon held out his hand and accepted the handful of silver, aware of jealous stares instantly thrown in his direction by his surrounding stall-neighbors, but choosing to ignore the enmity. One of the few boons of being in the medicinal trade, he supposed, was the lack of true enemies for fear they might need your help one day.
"Thank you," he said as he stashed the coins away and sat on his blanket, smiling at her. "Yes, you don't seem like the type to need a herbalist when you're not ill," he continued. The weight of his words had a double meaning. Approaching a herbalist when you were sick was all fine and acceptable. But herbalists were oft approached for many other purposes. Addictions and poisons were merely the surface of a very shadowy world. This svelte, chocolate-haired girl, he did not think was a person who belonged to the darkness that his trade was sometimes plied in.
"Have a nice day, and get better soon. Oh and do watch your step - they know you have money now," he gestured to one of the more obvious pickpockets lingering a few feet away. Not close enough to draw Simeon's ire, but near enough to prey on leaving customers. "Farewell."
Ledger+ 8 Silvers (Herbalist's Fee)