After a brief debate a consensus was reached and the party
moved on to Pricknettle’s Potions and Poultices. The apothecary was a short
distance from the Witch’s End Tavern, just off the Merchant’s Square. Notably,
in the center of the square, old but well maintained gallows were seen. A city
guardsman stood post nearby. Though it was a curious and ominous oddity to the Pathfinders, none of the locals much paid attention to the grim
structure.
Pricknettle’s Potions and Poultices was found on the east
side of the square. Upon entering the shop, the party was greeted by a blue-haired
gnome. “Welcome to my shop. I am Majara Pricknettle. Are you in search of a
remedy?” She looked over the group with an appraising eye and with a raised
eyebrow continued, “Or perhaps something more volatile? I have the finest wares
in town.”
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