<a class="username" data-user-id="5587" data-username="@ChrisGabriel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/5587/">@ChrisGabriel</a><br/><br/><b>At the Fishyard</b><br/><br/>Betty spotted the elven beauty almost immediately, but chose not to react until the<i>fish</i>had moved a little closer. Instead, the alchemist continued with her rapid-fire patter, while her tattered sleeves billowed with every extravagant gesture. As the sharp-featured woman came near, Betty turned and gave her most dazzling smile.<br/><br/>"Good day to you, child of the forests," she beamed, just the hint of a lilt in her accent now, "and how may this humble herbalist aid you?"<br/><br/>The alchemist leant forward, lowering her voice just a shade as the more intimate nature of her customer's request became obvious. Betty nodded carefully, idly tangling one finger in a stray curl while listening. After a moment's thought, (which was largely for show, given the rather limited nature of her stock here), the alchemist made her recommendation.<br/><br/>"This unguent will soothe and repair," Betty explained, sliding a small sachet of thick paste across the counter, "just rub it wherever you feel sore. Or," she added, with just the hint of a twinkle in one eye, "for those hard to reach places, you might ask someone to do that for you."<br/><br/>With practiced nonchalance, Betty allowed her gaze to slide over the elf's body. An onlooker might consider the alchemist's expression to be one of appraisal perhaps, or even hunger.<br/><br/>"A potion to strengthen the body in preparation will take me a little longer," she suggested, sadly, "but if you find this sample to your liking, come and find me here tomorrow evening and it will be ready. We can save the tawdry talk of recompense for then, should you choose to return."