there ain't language for the things i've seen
WHO: Alan + Kain, Medicine Seller, Thingol, Bruce, Jaime + OTA
WHAT: Gotta catch 'em all
WHEN: Post-Winter Palace
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: N/A
WHAT: Gotta catch 'em all
WHEN: Post-Winter Palace
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: N/A
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Most who stopped merely browsed, but he'd sold a few packets of powder for headaches and colds, and creams for dry skin that came with the cold winter air. He hadn't expected someone to bring him food. That was something he could appreciate.
"Oh?" His eyes fell to the rolls, curious. "All of a sudden they've become gracious."
He couldn't smell any poison on them either - quite the miracle, after the way that one elderly cook had wielded a broom to shoo him out the kitchen.
"My thanks."
He looked directly at Alan, fully aware of who his benefactor really was. His own food supplies were dwindling, and living off of katsuobushi and plain rice had lost its charm a few centuries ago.
"If you require a medicine for any ailment, I would be glad to provide it. ...No charge, of course."
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He crouches, peering over the spread as he sets the rolls down. The sooner they're out of hand, the sooner he can prod at a — whatever that one is. Without asking, Alan lifts a packet to sniff. Not any herbs he knows. He sets it aside, scratching at his bandaged fingers.
"What's it all do?"
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The trick was buying food at night and not day. Perhaps the nightshift was more easy-going about such things. Either way, it was useful information.
"It is medicine," he affirmed. "And it does what medicine is supposed to do."
It was a broad answer to a broad question.
"...To treat illness."
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"Not if you gave someone enough of it." Most things are poison in sufficient quantity. Herbs, salt, heat. Even questions. Alan's teeming with them now (Is it from the Fade? If it's medicine, why not take it to the healers? Do you ever feel poorly about charging to help people?), but he knows he has to narrow it down. Start somewhere basic.
So he deliberates: "If you weren't sick, what would they do?"
As though this is going to elicit a terribly different response.
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"Give a man too much water and he will surely drown," said the Medicine Seller, nonchalant as ever. His job was to see that the dosages weren't lethal - though most of what he sold was fairly innocuous, even in large quantities.
"Many have benefits beyond treating illness. Some are taken as supplements, and others enhance certain aspects of day to day life."
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What's the word?
"Vigorous."
Yeah, probably not the word.
"It went fine at first. But I suppose it only made him try harder, really, because he threw out his back doing it. Is it like that?"
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"It is unfortunate for his back though."
He gestured to other pots and containers.
"But not all are for that purpose. Some are cosmetic. Some relieve minor inconveniences."
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"I'm not exactly a healer." Big, shocking reveal. "Maybe I ought to just ask you which are a good idea?"
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"Any can be a good or bad idea," he explained, "depending on what you are seeking to treat and the nature of its severity."