Merta is very pleased with the group's haul! She hands over three vials of the pain-relieving tincture and three small containers of pine needle tea, as promised. Because the group managed to find wild garlic (thanks Eddie), she also spends about an hour at her shop with the three of them to cover the basics of Rubean apothecary techniques. She shows them the steps for creating tinctures and syrups, how to properly make and apply poultices, and gives them a crash course in which herbs work best for various ailments. Merta is a matter-of-fact teacher who expects them to keep up and watch carefully as she whips together examples for each set of instructions. She doesn't pause for questions. You got all that, right?
When the group shows Merta the lungwort, she seems... puzzled. She hurries off to the back of the shop to collect an armful of books, flipping through them as she peppers the group with questions. Where did you find it? How much of it was there? It didn't come from that pest of a Minstrel, did it?
Eventually she discovers the entry she's looking for in a small book held together with string, its pages delicate and threatening to disintegrate as she carefully turns each page. The words are handwritten and difficult to make out through the fading ink. The plant is called lungwort, and Merta explains that it used to be quite common in this area centuries ago, but it was said to have died out due to overharvesting. She herself has never seen the plant in person. Without asking, she squirrels the plant away, muttering something about wanting to test some of the recipes outlined in this ancient entry.
If the group is put out by Merta stealing their flower, never fear! The next time any of them are in the forest, they'll notice that with the approach of spring, more small crops of lungwort have popped up amongst the trees. Not so extinct after all, it seems.
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Merta is very pleased with the group's haul! She hands over three vials of the pain-relieving tincture and three small containers of pine needle tea, as promised. Because the group managed to find wild garlic (thanks Eddie), she also spends about an hour at her shop with the three of them to cover the basics of Rubean apothecary techniques. She shows them the steps for creating tinctures and syrups, how to properly make and apply poultices, and gives them a crash course in which herbs work best for various ailments. Merta is a matter-of-fact teacher who expects them to keep up and watch carefully as she whips together examples for each set of instructions. She doesn't pause for questions. You got all that, right?
When the group shows Merta the lungwort, she seems... puzzled. She hurries off to the back of the shop to collect an armful of books, flipping through them as she peppers the group with questions. Where did you find it? How much of it was there? It didn't come from that pest of a Minstrel, did it?
Eventually she discovers the entry she's looking for in a small book held together with string, its pages delicate and threatening to disintegrate as she carefully turns each page. The words are handwritten and difficult to make out through the fading ink. The plant is called lungwort, and Merta explains that it used to be quite common in this area centuries ago, but it was said to have died out due to overharvesting. She herself has never seen the plant in person. Without asking, she squirrels the plant away, muttering something about wanting to test some of the recipes outlined in this ancient entry.
If the group is put out by Merta stealing their flower, never fear! The next time any of them are in the forest, they'll notice that with the approach of spring, more small crops of lungwort have popped up amongst the trees. Not so extinct after all, it seems.