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Staring at the unusual pair, the herbalist’s mouth opened in protest as the infant was set upon the counter. It probably wasn’t the cleanest place to change a baby’s diaper, but given the unfriendly exchange between the two men, the elf supposed that the child had faced graver times. A smirk edged its way across one side of his lips as the request for baby powder was presented.
“Let me check.”
He said, holding up a finger to bid for the human’s patience. Ducking into one of the cabinets, he fished through the various jars and vials, occasionally retrieving a couple to inspect their labels. Baby powder was not a best seller at the apothecary. Most people sought it at flea markets and bazaars –not Kerwyn’s. He specialized in a number of countless plants and medicines, but babies were not his cup of tea.
“I have flour?”
He said, setting a large jar of white powder on the stand. At this time he noted the arrival of another elf, one whose bearing was like that of nobility. He reminded the herbalist of some others that he knew.
“I’m not sure if that’ll help, but help yourself. It’s on the house.”
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