[ open ] potions + poisons

[anacardiaceae]

WHO: Pamelia + you
WHAT: Making potions, making poisons, meeting people
WHEN: mid-Kingsway
WHERE: library ~ tavern ~ gardens ~ around
NOTES: Pamelia left notes around Skyhold, advertising her work. Time to meet the customers.

[ library ]

Truth be told, she often sleeps here late into the night, pouring over books and making notes. Tucked into one of the overstuffed chairs in a dark corner, she wraps herself up in a blanket-sized scarf over her fairly simple dress (similar to the lady on the left), hiding her hair from sight until the sound of feet ascending and descending the stairs rouses her. It's usually predawn that has her making the path from the library to attend to her own needs, but by the time the sun is up properly Pamelia has returned to the stacks of books, her notes, and a small table.

She doesn't look up when steps pass, but if they hesitate, her dark eyes are interested.

[ tavern ]

Pamelia nurses one ale all afternoon, red and shining, alternating it with bits of cheese and staring off into the middle distance. This is where she feels the least comfortable, though not entirely uncomfortable. There's just boisterous talk, and music, and drunk men who occasionally take the empty seat across from her as invitation to sit and talk.

Hopefully that's not happening right this instance, but if it is, Pamelia's got her eyes on her drink and her hand on her forehead, trying honestly to ignore the person across from her.

Perhaps choosing the tavern as a place people could find her wasn't the best idea.

[ gardens ]

There are several, but Pamelia travels from one to another throughout the days; tending to a plant here, sketching another in black ink there. In this environment she is the most relaxed, but also the most likely to forget that others may be looking for her; an unannounced visitor may cause her to start.

She'll recover quickly, however, and offer a smile.

[ choose your own adventure ]

Want to find Pam elsewhere, away from prying eyes? Go for it!

Comments

[anacardiaceae]

Pamelia also hesitates, interlacing her fingers together and then giving them a squeeze.

"Well. In Rivain, things are different. A mage can remain a hedgewitch, selling potions and charms and the like. It's what my mother did, and so I carried on with it until I ran afoul of Templars. When I went to Halamshiral, I did the same; sold potions to the elves working in the palace.

I can help others sort out how their skills might be lucrative, if that's what you mean? Or at least give suggestions on how to make potions if others are so inclined. I wouldn't mind helping at all."

[justice_is_blond]

"Either of those would be useful. So many believe wholeheartedly that every village is out to get them, and while it's true that many villagers will turn to fear, it's also true that if you're useful, people won't turn on you. I... For seven years I was openly a mage in a den of criminals and people who could have desperately used the money that turning me in would have gained them. But I was their healer. I was useful."

And it's not going to be unique. The sociable mages who can harness their abilities will find futures easily. But few of them trust in that.

"Spreading the realization that a life was possible even prior to the Circles' collapse will help."