Betty smiled greetings to the other stall-holders as she put the final touches to today's display. The overdressed redhead had already unstoppered a second flask of violet liquid in the hope that this might be enough to dispel the lingering stench that permeated the Fishyard. She wrinkled her nose in distaste, but refrained from passing comment. After all, it wasn't as though her own alchemical experiments didn't produce their own particular miasma.<br/><br/>"Potions, poultices and powders!" she bellowed, grinning savagely as at least one nearby shopper jerked in surprise. "Embrocations, emollients and elixirs. Concoctions to mend your wounds, creams to clear that rash or philtres to charm your beau, I have it all and at very reasonable prices. Step right up ladies, gentlemen, the clinic is in session!"<br/><br/>The chemist slipped into her well-rehearsed patter, seemingly focussed on playing to the crowd, while her sharp eyes scanned for marks and potential troublemakers. Her wares might not be expensive enough to make an attractive target, but that wouldn't necessarily stop the local ne're-do-wells from trying their luck.