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Quentin Smith, 23

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[somatosensory]

Good advice.

I'll defer to your suggestion since you're the expert.
No, with searching and this whole chastity thing, I haven't had a chance to swing by the fight club yet. Might just crack the lock at this point. We've got bigger issues to deal with right now.

[pharmacy]

Let's try a remedy first, before you get yourself in trouble with the locals
If that doesn't work, you should at least be able to bust out in the safety of the cabin
not to be too crass

Are you safe to come here?

[somatosensory]

So far it's just migraines and some minor light sensitivity. We only have to start worrying once it hits my teeth.

→ in person

[pharmacy]

then come see me
let me see about hooking you up

[ He'll be making notes and mixtures until Aristaeus makes it to him, taking advantage of Merta being home with a family emergency to knuckle into his personal patient. The shop is quiet, enough so that Quentin notices the very moment Aristaeus makes it in, despite being entrenched in his research. ]

Hey--come back. Come on back.

[somatosensory]

( having never been to the apothecary before, aristaeus pauses to survey his surroundings. his eyes drawn initially to the bunches of herbs left out to dry, hanging from the ceiling like botanical chandeliers, swaying gently. next, to the shelves lining the space, with their neat rows of glass jars, labeled in what's presumably rubean. )

Nice place you have here. Cozy. ( dipping his head at quentin, finally, in lieu of a greeting. )