680 - Who Would Use This Poison?

Amitzas
was awake when one of the girls came hammering at his door. He was
an old man and he and sleep would often spar in the depths of the
night, wondering if this night he'd be able to lose both quickly and
gracefully. This evening, unfortunately, he'd defeated sleep and was
sitting up rubbing the cream into his hands that helped with the
pain.


“Pharmacist!
First!” It was Jorasa. When