The Herbalist's Shop
Ingrid the Herbalist
Ingrid is looking out her window, at something across the street when Wren barges in and startles the woman.
"A-Ahoy!" she says beck before Gann steps up to engage with the woman. She blinks nervously at the mention of
the witch and
the Marchguard (these things often do not go well together, witches and soldiers), and she still hasn't formed a full sentence when Wren cuts in again. Finally, the slender woman wrings her hands and responds.
"I--well. Yes. And hello. I'm Ingrid. There's a dragon marauding in these woods, it's true! A most... ferocious one. What else do you want to know about the surrounding area? Vivian isn't... a witch, at least as you would think. She's a wise woman who knows much about the spirit world. She--she might be the one to ask about the dragon!"
Ingrid is socially awkward, that much is clear. But she is also distracted by something outside, and almost as an afterthought she gestures to the shelves that contain her wards.
"F-forgive me. Might I interest you in... essence of Wolfsbane? Witch powder... or mandrake root tea?"
Picking up a piece of what looks like amber from her counter, the shop-owner shakes it, causing it to glow beautifully. Underground, it would light a tunnel with east.
"Or something a bit more... magical? Ancient elfin spellweaves light this firelight citrine..."
