[h1][color=cornflowerblue]Sr.Iro Hesekar[/color], Tara Ichumenon (the Apothecary) [/h1] 

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As Adelaide opened the apothecary door, a brass bell rung hollowly in the musty air. The inside of the shop was dark and small, with walls made of dark wood and two candlebraums on a large worn-down wooden counter at the back the only source of light. Around the perimeter of the small room were wooden shelves containing the strangest assortment of bottles and vials containing everything from pickled herbs to octopus tentacles. Four small windows filtered grey light into the room, and hanging by them were an assortment of herbs strung up to dry. At the back of the shop, behind the counter, sat an old woman who looked like she would crumble into dust if the wind blew too hard. She was tired and grey-looking, with a white shawl thrown about her shoulders and her grey hair tied into a bun. A pair of very thick spectacles rested at the end of her long nose. A large Russian Blue cat slept on her lap. She looked up as Adelaide entered the shop and stood up from her chair, causing the cat to awaken and, snarling, fall to the ground. It hissed angrily and slunk back into a corner under the counter, where it returned to sleep. 

“Good afternoon.” she said in a tired, heavy accent which was most definitely foreign “How may I help you?” 

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Iro listened silently as Bartleby spoke, staring at his cat as he boasted about having killed a Red Legion member. The look of fear on his face told Iro that he was lying, but he wasn’t going to speak up and get in a fight with a nobleman. He waited for the man to slink back down an alley, and then turned back towards Morag. 

“I think that man was lying.” he said “Anyways, if you could lead me to the hospital now, I would greatly appreciate it.” They began to walk, Iro leaning some on his walking stick. He had travelled a long way, and his feet had grown quite tired, but he had work to do. [i] ‘Hopefully I can keep this up.’ [/i] he thought to himself. Suddenly he stopped and realized that Mitos had disappeared. Knowing that silly reptile, it probably slunk down an alley and was begging for food from some poor passerby. 

“One moment, Morag.” he said. The he bellowed “Mitos!” A squawking roar came from an alley, and the turtle dragon came waddling across the street quickly, tripping several passersby as it ran. When it approached Iro it stopped and burrowed its head in his robes affectionately, though Iro knew that the dragon was only doing it to sniff out any potential food sources. He patted Mitos on the head and it looked over at Morag with a look that said “Do you have food?” It walked over and began to sniff around her, looking for something to eat. 

“Don’t mind him.” Iro said, smiling “He’s harmless so long as you’re not made of food. I believe I forgot to introduce myself, though. I’m Servant Iro Hesekar of the Order of Matrem.” He extended a hand to Morag “It is excellent to meet you.” 


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