Alyssandra<br/><br/>Alyssandra escorted the girl into her house and directed her to take a seat in the chair (the house had only one that wasn’t covered in various alchemical whatnot).  She considered offering her some kind of refreshment, but thought it might be misconstrued; either as seduction or subterfuge or whatever, she could do without it.  It was strange, Alyssandra couldn’t tell exactly why she felt so protective of the slave-girl; she had encountered hundreds of others like her in her travels.  Perhaps it was that this girl was here and within her power to help, or maybe it was her exotic blue eyes…<br/>After obtaining the measurements of the drug’s recipient, Alyssandra fetched a wooden box from under her bed.  Inside was her own personal stock of drugs and powers.  While the stuff she dealt and sold to her customers was of the highest quality, the things in the box were of a different caliber altogether.  All told, the worth of the box and its contents was inestimable.<br/>Using a miniscule scoop of gold, she very carefully weighted and measured out a precise amount and wrapped it in a papyrus envelope.  Taking a quill from a nearby table, Alyssandra penned a detailed set of instructions in her quick, erratic hand and wrapped this around the pouch of medicine.<br/>“Here you are,” Alyssandra said, handing the medicine to the girl.  “Don’t worry about payment, consider it my gift to Diana.  If your mistress inquires, however, it would not go amiss if you mentioned my name.  Oh, yes, and this is for you, dear,” ALyssandra slipped a small silver coin into the girl’s hand.  She had no idea what a slave would do with coin, or if it was even allowed; she had been compelled to do it, though.  “God’s guide your steps, child”