Kwan sat grinding pestle into mortar as she reduces the ingredients she had added earlier into a fine paste. She was preparing a mixture to help alive stomach ailments which plagued an older customer of hers who's primary trouble was at his age he still used too much spices..
Her little shop was once a small Inn that could contain 12 guests which she purchased from the former owner after a fire had destroyed the roof. She'd spent a goodly amount of silver to see that the roof and Inn were restored to fine condition..
She was at first thought of as an odd woman of the Daigotsu people till it was noted that any who came from that faraway land dropped by and paid her great respect. This caused her neighbors to begin call her the Lady Kwan though no proof had ever come forth that she held such a title.
Her servants were the families of the poor who could not pay for her skills as a healer and they were released as soon as the ill were well enough to be released.
Though her methods were strange few could argue with her results and she never turned anyone in need away.

She finished her medicine an poured the contents from the mortar into a piece of fine rice paper which she wrote on in the strange script of the Daigotsu an handed to the son of the waiting patient who paid then bowed very low to her as her left her presence.
Kwan cleaned up her mess then after seeing her clothing in order before leaving her and heading off to inspect the new arrived spices and items of the market.