Open | Some used your name for glory

[kadia]

WHO: Colin, Kadi, and you.
WHAT: Catch-all/open
WHEN: July and August
WHERE: Various places in Northcliff Pass
NOTES: Starters inside. cw: mentions of a cult and the abuses of it.

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[pestler]

"Over here!"

A voice sounds from the open window, which, upon further inspection, constitutes a countertop as well, a full storefront for the apothecary. He's beaming from ear to ear as the woman approaches, and already holding out a packet for her.

"Dad said you'd be coming. I set aside some thistle for you." He only blushes a little.

[kadia]

Thistle. Kadi smiles at the word, circling back to the window and setting a large bundle of wild herbs on the countertop. Lance must have told this young man that she is a new mother, something easily confirmed by the presence of a newborn in deep sleep against her right now.

"You're very kind," she says, sorting her herbs for him. Feverfew, witch hazel, echinacea, and any number of other woodland herbs. Most of them are dried, but others are fresh, and there are a lot of them. "I've been told you can be trusted to give a fair price for these. I'm sorry, we didn't use money in the commune."

[pestler]

Making a little 'ooh' face, Finian begins to peruse the given items, nodding with each one. "You were told right," he replies, and looks up with a little twitch of his eyebrows at the word 'commune'-- he isn't sure what it means, but isn't about to pry.
"I can give you coin or barter, whichever you prefer."

[kadia]

“Coin,” Kadi responds readily. “I have to buy a place to live. Or...is that how it’s done here? Buying?”

[pestler]

"Or building," Finian says with a shrug, "have you talked to Kit? He helps a lot of people get set up, and I know he does it for trade some of the time." His smile falters only a little. "Just, um, make sure it's him you talk to."

[kadia]

“Oh?” Pale red brows lift. “Where is he, and who should I not speak to?”

[pestler]

The responding look is pained. "Um, real friendly guy, owns the carpentry shop and is always helping people out. His, um. Apprentice is. Less friendly. Ben." He shrugs uncomfortably, like even the act of Almost speaking ill of someone is shriveling him up from the inside.