The Medicine Seller hadn't really considered that point of view before. As far as he was concerned, he was an apothecary. His job was to mix and sell his stock. If it ran out, he'd seek a replacement.
"If I hoarded such things, they would merely rot and would be no good to anyone."
He carefully wrapped the goods into a larger square of cloth. He was sure the silver vessel would catch the eye of someone with sticky fingers if spotted.
"If the medicine does as it's supposed to, return to me and I will prepare more and we can discuss a ... proper table."
That would be nice. He'd also recognized that bit of elven - often he'd hear the elves slip bits and pieces of it into their sentences and sometimes, he could discern what was meant by context.
He could sympathize a bit with missing your own language.
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"If I hoarded such things, they would merely rot and would be no good to anyone."
He carefully wrapped the goods into a larger square of cloth. He was sure the silver vessel would catch the eye of someone with sticky fingers if spotted.
"If the medicine does as it's supposed to, return to me and I will prepare more and we can discuss a ... proper table."
That would be nice. He'd also recognized that bit of elven - often he'd hear the elves slip bits and pieces of it into their sentences and sometimes, he could discern what was meant by context.
He could sympathize a bit with missing your own language.
"DÅitashimashite," he said, lowering his head.