[D8 LA] Compounding Troubles

[Nathyn]

"Aye," Nathyn nodded, "a dose of sweetsleep before bed will ensure a dreamless slumber, no question of that. I can make it a few grains heavier than a half-pinch, but I won't dare go stronger than that. Sweetsleep is dangerous enough, didn't your maester tell you? Don't do me no good for my clients to never wake up after I sold them something."

[Kylie Redwyne]

"Often things like this can be as dangerous as they are efficacious, I agree. You needn't go heavier if you don't feel comfortable. I can understand you erring on the side of caution, especially if you perhaps had problems with that before." The Redwyne nodded.

[Nathyn]

Looking affronted, "of course not, I wouldn't be in business long if my customers went and died on me. This is a business of trust, my clients trust my compounding and herbalist knowledge."

[Kylie Redwyne]

"My apologies, I misunderstood your meaning. I suppose with all of the recent tragedy, I'm truly on edge as we mentioned. Please accept my sincere remorse..." She lowered her head in contrition, and searched for a name.

[Nathyn]

"No harm done," he spread his hands. "Shall I make up that sweetsleep for you? It will be 150 stags."

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Mari wanted to blurt out questions with significantly less tact than Kylie had, but she found the willpower to keep quiet... it seemed Kylie had greater skill at being charming and innocent in her questioning, compared to what she herself was.

Jyn would've been able to do this too.

[Kylie Redwyne]

"Yes, please. I would take some for tonight." Kylie nodded. "Tell me, have you been busy since the festival began?"

Claryssa took the opportunity to examine the man, the wares he seemed to keep behind the counter, and the boy in the corner. Did he look at all stressed?

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Claryssa - [D8] Apothecary: Awareness (Notice 2B), Water Dancer + 4: 4d6k4+4 15

[Nathyn]

“Oh, aye,” Nathyn chuckled, fishing a key on a long chain from his pocket. He hunkered down, the sound of the key turning in a lock was apparent from behind the counter. He selected what he wanted and locked the cabinet again before straightening. “Sam here has callouses from making powders all day, don’t you, my boy?” The apprentice nodded, smiling sheepishly, “all the rich food tends to upset stomachs.”

From a paper packet, Nathyn shook out four granules of a brown, earthy looking powder onto a small silver dish.

[Kylie Redwyne]

'So, the dangerous substances are behind the counter under lock and key.' Claryssa noted.

"Thank you so much." Kylie smiled. As though it was an afterthought, "Say, you are obviously a learned man in the ways of healing, as the people trust you. I'm curious, do you often serve the knights before they ride? I've heard many like to be their best selves."

[Nathyn]

The grains of sweetsleep were transferred from the dish into a tiny glass vial, the size of the man’s thumb. He placed a cork into the mouth of the little bottle, an eyebrow going up, “if you’re implying what I think you’re implying, that sort of thing is generally frowned up. Jousting is dangerous enough without the knights being under the effects of ‘a little something to calm the nerves’.”

Nathyn took a little slip of paper and carefully wrote: place in cup, crush with back of spoon, dissolve in wine, drink immediately. He placed the vial and the slip of paper into and envelope and folded it closed. “One-fifty stags,” he repeated, placing the envelope in front of Kylie and pinning it to the counter with one finger.