The vial was picked up off the table and held to close inspection the second it was slid over. The shopkeep eyed it from every angle, as though he could identify the substance by sight alone. "You want this put on something you got now or are you looking to put in an order? Application's ten shabs and the implement depends." With that said, he slid the poison back over and waited for a response.<br/><br/>The offer of tea was met with a quick shake of the head. "Oh, no, I've wasted enough time already." She headed into the corner that had become her workshop, still conversing loudly enough to be heard as she laid out the herbs to be cleaned and processed. "Not unless you make a mistake and hurt yourself. I noticed last week that we sold a lot of burn salves, so that's what I'm mostly working on today. They seem to be popular among the food stall owners and their apprentices around here. Would you like some when I'm finished?"