Brovsky's Chemist Shop

[Aleksandr Brovsky]

"I am called Aleksandr Brovsky," he said simply, as though he didn't want to answer. He wasn't embarrassed by the elf's repetitions of savior, he just didn't want her thinking of him as anything more than a chemist.

"And though you are definitely not going to die, we are not finished yet. Antidotes are tricky business. Until I identify thorn bush, more specialized antidotes must wait. Until then, I give you general potions to maintain health."

Aleksandr stood. "More specifically you describe area you were poisoned, more likely I will find type of bush."

[Imoira Raven-born]

"Um..." the elf began, thinking back to where she was when she had been pricked by the near-lethal thorn bush. The trouble was, she had no idea how long she had been traveling in a fevered state. How many days had she walked? It couldn't have been more than two, could it?

"Two days walking north from Aldorm... the Dimien Mountain Range was sloping down into a rocky clearing, just at the edge of the Melien Forest. The trees were primarily white spruce...?" Luckily, the elf was so much a part of nature that these images where more like paintings than memories... had she simply been a traveler through those parts, there would be no way she could have remembered anything. As much as she hated her elven heritage, there were definitely benefits.

[Aleksandr Brovsky]

"I see."

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Some time later, Aleksandr hoisted his leather knapsack onto his back, and adjusted the straps. He turned to the elf, Imoira, and pointed to a tray he had set up beside the bed.

"These vials... swallow one each morning. If it is two day journey, I will be back in four. I will arrange for person to take care of your food in my absence." He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something more. Instead, he nodded, then descended the steps.

((Out))