A Feeling in the Belly
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Please, won't anybody help us...?
It's my brother─his belly hurts so much, he can't even move. I don't think the “fresh water” we bought was fresh at all...
Could you talk to the potion-maker for us, mister? I already tried, but when he started explaining the things he wanted for the medicine, I... I got scared and ran away.
The potion-maker needed something to make the medicine, but I've already forgotten what he said...
Welcome, welcome! What concoctions are you after today, then?
...Ah, yes, I remember─the young girl and her ailing brother.
I'd used the last of my bark, you see, and all I wanted was for her to gather some from the trees on the cape. The way she ran off, you'd think I'd asked for a bowl of her blood or something...
You're welcome to collect a few strips in her stead if you like... Although I don't expect you'd want the bother.
...Still here? Very well, then. Find some trees, and use this knife to very carefully peel away three pieces of nice, dry bark. I won't hold my breath.
All I need is three or so nicely dried strips of bark. Make sure you use that copper knife. Very important. Oh, and do bring the knife back, if you please?
Ah, I see you finally came to your senses. Let's have that knife back, then...
You actually went to harvest the bark!? But...what could you possibly hope to gain? Kindness will get you nowhere in this rotten town!
<sigh> What a rare soul you must be... I suppose I have no choice now but to mix up the cure I promised.
I've mixed some herbs and powders together with the bark you brought─a few pellets a day should soon settle the aches in the lad's stomach.
Never mind the payment. After all, it's you who's done most of the legwork.
You know, I'd hoped to trade my healing skills for a life in Eulmore, but...maybe my place is here, amongst the poor and the desperate. To help for the sake of helping, to be needed. Aye, it's not a bad feeling...
Did you go and see the potion-maker...?
...For my brother!? Oh, thank you, mister! You've saved his life!
You'll be wanting coin, right? Uh, I'm not sure we─
...What do you mean, “nothing”? Here, you must take these at least─I collected them myself! Thank you again!