Dragging your crates back up the hill, the guard, who looks even more haggard, says only the same thing to your query. "Come back tomorrow." Deymish protests, with many arm gestures and grand claims as to how important his time is, and the medicine they requested. "Medicine! Even you might benefit once the priests start handing it out!"
The guard grows angry, her embarrasment and rage competing, but her rage winning. She bellows for you all to shove off, while fingering her weapon.
You move the crates to the side, and Deymish quietly offers, "She's hiding something. Any of you good at sneaking into towers?"