Post by licensed2ill on Mar 26, 2020 22:34:16 GMT -5
As the sun just began it's past noon descent into the west, a plainly garbed man, of equally plain countenance made his rounds to the homes and farmsteads surrounding Greatgaunt. Asides from the healed pox-scars covering his face and hands, he seemed unremarkable, the weariness in his black eyes visible even through the mop of loosely-kept brown hair that fell just past his brows.
He would introduce himself in his raspy voice to the peasants and simple tradesmen of the town as Cael, a simple peddler of minor folk remedies. He explained that he had minor cures and ointments for sale, as well as poisons for rats, snakes, and other vermin. He also promised that his wares, at only five gold apeice, were much cheaper than the prices the local priests were offering for magical cures.
Any purchasers of his wares would note that the salves would be effective when applied to minor scrapes, cuts, and rashes. The poisons would work just as subtlety upon pests such as rats, leaving their senses dulled, allowing them to be easy pickings for farm cats, hawks, and other predators. On the rare occasion that he encountered a willing buyer short of coin, he would sometimes offer and apply the salves or cures himself, pro bono. For the moment, he seemed to steer clear of the center of town, out of the ever present eyes of the guard, as well as the mercenaries and sellswords that used the village as a launching point for gold and glory.