WHO: Bluest
bluestheart& Kaylee
shiny_sideWHAT: a hangover cure, a few 'splodey things, and a plan of action
WHERE: your friendly neighborhood apothecary
WHEN: Backdated to the day before the narrative event ends; after
this Kaylee tromped into the low-lit little shop on a corner of the Market streets, ever so grateful to be out of the glaring sun. Her eyes still hadn't got to working properly after a few days in bed. But her head was clear as the day, and she aimed to get her some answers, plucky little thing.
"As soon's I can stand the NOISE of them people's got answers."
Alright alright, hint taken. No tossin' wares at me, now, or you're like to get thrown out.
"Augh. Where's somethin' that'll take the edge off this sub-cannon in my skull?..."