Kirk believed, quite rightly, in the notion of preparedness. The most recent mission he had been on only enhanced that belief, and thanks to the events of that mission his pack was in need of some resupplying. Not to mention his own body could do with a few tinctures. Even with healing magic, which he disliked, bruised lungs and bones were not quick to heal - even for him.

Waling through the market, his attention is easily caught by the bright display of the Medicine Seller's make-shift stall. He couldn't recall having seen it before, and he ran courier errands for just about every stall in the market. So he was new then, or he had been a long time away from Skyhold. A small diversion wouldn't hurt, he thought, and made his way over.

"Wouldn't happen to sell healing herbs, would you?" Kirk inquired.