Rolling his eyes, the chirugeon responded, [color=#FFE58F]"No faith in me, hm?"[/color] After a few moments, he chuckled playfully before exchanging coin for herbs, and tucking them into his satchel. 

After thoroughly searching, and not finding what he was seeking, he looked to his mat. [color=#FFE58F]"Any luck on your end?"[/color] Gesturing to his bag, he continued, [color=#FFE58F]"I appear to be done at this vendor. I can prepare your medicine at any time, you need only ask."[/color]