Choice 3. See if there is a healer in the village?

Tongue clicked in annoyance at another stab of pain, Gregor searched the streets for a sign, anything to let him know where he could find an apothecary, herbalist, or even a mystic. Although in all honesty, he would have preferred the attentions of a human physician to a mystic, and those bastards hacked off limbs or attached leeches to the skin.

Pausing only to push a distracted Lytan along, Gregor asked around the village, until he heard about someone, called, 'Mother Shael.' The white building he stopped in front of, a small house like the others with a domed roof, and a sign out in front that said, "Mother Shael's Apothecary," and right beneath it, "Gold only, no barter, and no Kazan I don't want any of your damned sheep."

Half chuckling to himself, he pushed open the round door, and headed inside. The heady scent of flowers, spices, and other strange smells thick in the air as he saw lines of tables and cupboards lined to either side, covered in all manner of dead insects, including a few pixies, cliks, and blooters. Dangerous things found in the swamps that latched onto the back, and drained people of blood. Hard to get rid of, and even harder to survive its poison.

Perusing each of the cupboards stuffed full of books, bottles, and tinctures that glowed with magical energy. He allowed Lytan to wander off as he studied the creatures pinned to the walls and dissected to show the innards. The drawings beneath, filled with detailed notes, and descriptions for each of the creatures, when a bulky orca in a thick grey dress made of dark wool waddled in through the open doorway at the back, and glowered at each one of them with hands on her hips.

Her face a thundercloud of fury, she stormed towards Lytan who was poking at a dead baby hob, its small pudgy features revealing razor-sharp teeth, and beady little eyes, and slapped his wrist. "Don't touch that."

Dark scowl shot back up at her, she ignored it as she whirled to face Gregor. The woman's face while not pleasant reminded him of an elderly grandmother with wrinkles around her cheeks, and a nasty temper. "Has no one ever told you it's rude to walk into someone's home unannounced?" Then flung up an arm just as quickly to cut him off, "No, don't bother telling me. Judging by the looks of you either fell down a mountainside for a very long time and don't have too much sense left. Or you're one of those layabout ruffians that have been harassing town. Either way I'll have none of that here, you hear me? The King's law rules here, and I'll call the guards if you cause any trouble for me."

Wait, what did she say about him falling down a mountain?

"I just need something for my wounds," he said.

Nose sniffing loudly at that, she asked, "you have gold?"

But before he had a chance to reply, she waddled away to one of the trestle tables that held potted plants, muttering about inconsistencies in the soil. Sara who was awake again, stared around the room with wonder, while Lytan nervously rubbed his arm.

The strange woman fiddled about the room, cut petals from flowers, crushed up insects, before returning to him with three bottles in her hand, and snapped, "Now listen here you, great big lummox. The blue ones are for the children, not for you. I'd write it down to be sure you don't get it all confused, but with all those knocks to the head, who could tell if there is anything left up there. As for you, I'd suggest drinking the red one immediately. Now be off with you. Shoo. I got work that needs to be done," and waved them out.

The old motherly orca completely forgot he hadn't paid her. And she was the one that said he had nothing up there.

(Leave 5 gold pieces outside her door.)

Dropping a handful of gold pieces on her doorstep, he knocked on the door, and walked away, while Lytan grinned up at him. The damn fool, probably thought that was the right thing to do, but Gregor had done it to keep the old woman from sending the guards after him.

+2 Morale.

+2 HP.

Go back and select another choice.

(Leave 3 gold pieces outside her door.)

Dropping 3 gold pieces on her doorstep, he knocked on the door, and walked away, while Lytan grinned up at him. The damn fool, probably thought that was the right thing to do, but Gregor had done it to keep the old woman from sending the guards after him.

+1 Morale.

+2 HP.

Go back and select another choice.

(Leave nothing behind.)

Unconcerned by the looks Lytan gave him, Gregor drank his vial, and handed them theirs.

+2 HP.

Go back and select another choice.