Res steps forward. "Sister Claudette gave us some medical aid and we in turn helped her with a small vermin problem she had. The Sisters of Charity have been very helpful thus far and we have tried to return the favor. I see you you are direct and have important duties to attend, we are indeed looking for some potions and such. We are willing to pay, it helps us and gives you some funds to continue your good work."
Sister Magritte says to Res, "Step inside then. Let us talk further."
The room is simple and sparse. Uneven wooden floorboards creak noisily beneath your feet and a dusty piece of needlepoint hangs desperately on the wall. An odd, drafty, whistling sound comes from a floor above.
"Sister Claudette is well then?" she asks. "We hear from other sisters so infrequently."
"What might you need? I prepare basic potions for travelers. One must be prepared in these lands."
For simplicity, I will say that you can purchase up to 6 First level potions of your choice and 2 Second level (all potions should be limited to the cleric spell list). That is her inventory. You can commission more, though.
We still have no idea how to stop the transformation? Other than the ritual is during the first change? Otherwise, this could be a good place to get some materials for it - especially 'Wolfsbane' or the like since they'd be less trouble from lycanthropes & thus more willing to sell some of it.
"Certainly, all the Sisters were doing well when we last left. She's quite the politic." Tybalt smiles kindly. "We are headed into the swamp, though we have a guide, can you recommend any substances we should take? I'm sure we wouldn't want to be nibbled on by insects." he adds throwing one of his charming smiles out.
"Can you provide us with some way of slowing or stopping the ravages of the Moon Curse, lycanthropy?" adds Andrzej. He speaks directly and tries not to scratch or fidget at all. Thinking about not doing it makes it harder somehow.
Tybalt, you do not really know anything more than that.
"The swamp? That does not bode well," Sister Magritte says ruefully. "The dead walk in that place. Holy water may be in order. And those of the living that dwell there - they are savages and cannibals. Do not expect much succor from that lot. No, the mosquitos are the least of your concerns, although some relief from disease couldn't hurt."
When Andrzej asks his question, the Sister looks askance. She responds with a steely proclamation: "If someone you know has been stricken, kill the poor soul with silver. It is the merciful thing to do."
His heart stops and shivers run up his spine at the Sisters' proclimation, however deep within there's the hope that it can be stopped - that the doctor can cure it. However practised to keeping his expressions neutral at court he lets on none of emotions.
"Yes, some Holy water would be much appreciated. By the by, our guide is a fishmonger named Leclerc, are you of his acquaintance? If so, has thou found him to be a good man, if slightly uncouth?" Tybalt wonders, hoping that the guide isn't in league with the backwoods clans of the swamp. For he has heard tales of their strange rituals and ways, exotically disturbing, like the alligator tooth maca's and human skin clothes.
"I don't know the name," she says, "but the swamp can turn the purest soul to evil. I would not be inclined to trust anybody who knows those ways well."
The floor above creeks uneasily in the silence that follows.
Let me know what you wish to buy. Standard prices apply. She can sell holy water as well as the potions referenced previously.