The Apothecary

Come, come, little dears, little loves. Let me look at you. Hehe. My little joke. But help a poor blind rat out. Come closer. Let him touch you a little, let him see how big you are. My, my my my. Big indeed, my little loves. Big indeed.

But that is not why you are here. No, not at all. It is why I am here, of course, but we shall not speak of that. Now. Tell Sebastien what it is you need. A tincture, for your cuts? A potion, for your aches? A needle, for your wounds?

Or maybe a rumour, for your ears? A friend, for your heart? A servant, for your cause? A blade, for your enemy? Sebastien has all these things, my dears, all these and more. Come. Tell him what it is you need.

Then, perhaps, we shall speak of price.