[i][b](in response to Robert)[/b][/i] [@wierdw]

The herbalist's muted smile remained after Robert accepted the trinket. With a blink, the foreboding glint in her eyes vanished, and she reclaimed the casual demeanor of a shopkeep.

"Ten coppers for the bandages. Twenty-two for the salves." Her smile grew, yet with disinterest. The mousy girl was already sorting out Robert's purchase, obedient, glancing up occasionally at the man's broad form that starkly contrasted with her own. The respective items were soon left on the counter, awaiting Robert's claim following payment.

"We hope to see you again, traveler." The herbalist remarked, that curious glint reappearing in a brief conclusion. "May the winds of fate carry you gently."