House Call

That woman, that "apothecary," has snared you in one of her schemes. I'd be careful around her, ‹class›. Rumors travel like wildfire in Eversong. And while I would never disparage a fellow artisan of Eversong without cause, I have heard enough rumors to know that your apothecary deals in more than simple herbs. Take your wine and your reagents, I suppose. But before you pass them off to your patroness, I'd recommend doing some digging--lest you find yourself wrapped up in something you come to regret.