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Talia told him about a few herbs that she mixes to treat open wounds and the ones that are good for reducing swelling and fever. “Do you want to learn more?”, Travis asked. “There are books I can recommend.” “Yes, please!” Travis stood up and walked to the wall shelf where several books were arranged. He pulled out one thick book with dark blue covers. Based on the worn-out look, it was obvious that the book was used a lot.

What is this massive warrior talking about? "I was worried the simple herbs would not be enough gold," Theo says, sitting back down on the stool and dropping two massive leather sacks right at my feet. "So I ran a scrying search on what a female needs. I got you more healing balms. A heated river-stone bottle." He pulls the items out one by one. "Pain rub. A huge assortment of sweet herbal teas. Lip balm for when your teeth clench in pain. And cotton pads for different flows." I stare at the pile, my mouth wide open.

“Let it watch. We’ve faced worse.” They found themselves before a small apothecary, its windows dark but for a single candle flickering in the depths. Aria pushed the door open, the bell above it chiming softly. The air inside was thick with the scent of dried herbs and old parchment, shelves lined with jars of powdered roots and vials of murky liquids. An old man stood behind the counter, his spectacles perched on the tip of his nose, his gaze sharp despite the wrinkles framing his eyes. “Welcome,” he said, his voice a rasp. “What brings you to my humble shop?”

- Final Solution* Beatrice Caldwell? Quickly, I pull out the folder. The folder is thin and contains only a few documents. I open it. And the first words I see on the first document instantly drags me down memory lane. *Nightshade acquisition, 50 packets. Supplier: Morgan’s Apothecary* Apothecary? Nightshade? Nightshade was Beatrice’s favourite tea brand, but to have it gotten from an Apothecary? What the hell is going on? Hurriedly, I bring out my phone and begin taking pictures. Now is not the time to ask questions. I take photos of all the documents before closing the folder and putting it back into place with the others inside the cabinet.

Mabel quickly replied, "Ms. Sutton, we have already taken down all the promotional posts of the Goldcrow Pill. "Following your instructions, we turned the acupuncture techniques that Sebastian posted online into an official video. We will sell it with the Coldcrow Pill as a set." "Okay." Whitney nodded. Staring at the bottle of elixir in her hand, she seemed somewhat absent-minded. Mabel furrowed her brows slightly and whispered, "Ms. Sutton? Ms. Sutton ... What are you thinking?"

The air was filled with the rich aroma of herbs, spices, and exotic botanicals, creating an intoxicating blend of scents that wafted through the space. Rows upon rows of wooden shelves lined the walls, laden with jars and vials of every size and shape, containing ingredients both mundane and mystical. The apothecary seemed to hold a treasure trove of rare and fantastical components. A long, marble-topped counter extended the length of the room, where skilled apothecaries in embroidered robes had been meticulously mixing potions and elixirs in gleaming glassware.

EMBER'S POV The apothecary is the kind of place you'd walk past a hundred times and never see. It's wedged between a shuttered tailor and a shop that seems to sell nothing but buttons, with a crooked green door and a hand-painted sign so faded I have to tilt my head to read it. Pennywort & Co. There's a little brass bell, and a window full of dusty jars, and a general air of a place that has not had a customer since the invention of electricity and would prefer to keep it that way.

There was a large table in the center of the room, with a cloth spread out and several jars of different liquids arranged neatly. Derek moved towards the table and saw an open book placed on it. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and descriptions of different plants and their properties. The ink on the pages had begun to fade, and some pages were torn at the edges. Derek picked up the book and flipped through it, trying to find something that could be of use to him. As he read through the book, he noticed the apothecary had made notes in the margins, detailing the combinations of herbs and roots he used to create different potions. Some of the ingredients listed were rare and hard