Highstreet's Apothecary
The adventurers bid Varis goodbye, promising to rid the Barony of the foul Beast that is terrorizing its northern borders, and make their way to see Oleg, the herbalist and apothecary. He and two of his daughters are in the store when the companions enter; it is immediately obvious that he has had a busy day or two. The fragrant, dried herbs that normally hang from the rafters are mostly gone, the various bottles of salves and unguents that line the walls have been reduced by half, at least.
He appears to be haggard and overworked, as do his daughters, but his eyes light up upon being told that the potion of
longevity is for sale and a greedy look washes over his face. "I will give you 1,250 gold coins for that potion!" he exclaims, "I am pleased that you finally changed your mind! And I have also completed your order, as well, just in time for your return. Let us see . . . you requested nine potions of healing and nine antidotes, correct? How about we exchange your potion for the ones I have created and call it a day?"