Sahriah Fastleaf NPC's page

On the benches, there were rows of planter boxes with various assortments of herbs, all tagged with small pieces of parchment and neat handwritten labels, declaring what herb was planted in each box. On closer inspection, one can see mugwort, skullcap, lavender, mullein, chamomile, feverfew, ragweed... So many boxes and small wooden crates filled with plants of all shapes and sizes. There were also dried herbs hanging on string and hooks from the ceiling ...

Sahriah set about to her work again, tying small bouquets of one herb or another and setting them in rows on the wooden table she used as a work bench.

"As you can see, I have decent stock of high quality herbs. Let me know which takes your fancy and I'll tell ya if it will cure your respective ails..."

There is a slight twitch to her face every now and again, especially if the Halfling concentrates on a particular task or becomes agitated. Occasionally she will paw at the dirt in the pots. The pronounced dark circles under her eyes is testament to the lack of sleep Sahriah has complained of since the encounter with Paul in the kitchen of the inn.

Sahriah poked her head out the door and listened to both males. Her head jerked once more and her mouth twitched as she attempted to sense their intent and the earnestness of their plea.

"I'm a busy woman, I said. But you may as well come in ... Antairis, Rallos, don't ya be touchin' me wares, ya hear?! They've been promised to other payin' folk in town. But if you're ailin' and you got coin, I'll find a herbal concoction that'll help. Hurry. I haven't got all day, ya know..." and with that the Halfling's head disappeared inside the door.

Sahriah wiped her hands on the apron, leaving another set of green stains.

The Halfling eyed the Elf. "Don't know your name, fella. But as you can see I'm hale enough. Busy, too. Working on a new batch of herbal remedies for those in town sufferin' from headaches and somesuch."

The Halfling's head jerked a moment before she raised her hand in goodbye. "Got to get back to me work", and with that she disappeared inside her house.

”Oye – Miss Fastleaf?” he calls out, then opens the gate and moves into the yard looking around.

”Ya’ll all right?” he calls out looking for her.

Sahriah heard her name being called and rushed to the front door of her house.

Looking out she noticed the fellow from the kitchen at the inn.

"Mister Antairis? Yes, yes I am alright, just tired. What's the matter? Why have you come?"

"Antairis, eh? Won't be forgettin' it." Sahriah gave a brisk nod to emphasis the point.

"I usually don't go tellin' strangers such things, but if you must know, I have my own little garden, with the herbs I need for my work. Occasionally, Leeara will bring me a special herb or two, if I've run out. Why you askin'? I need no help finding what I want -- got some skill with the growin' and procurin'." The Halfling gave a short laugh before her face began to twitch and she pawed at the air once again.

Sahriah shook her head as if to settle and clear her mind. The dark circles beneath her eyes stood out all the more.

"Got to be headin' back to my shop. Have to set up for the day. Good day to you, Antairis", and with one last, satisfied look at the herb bouquet in the wooden bowl, she waved at Paul and left the way she came in.

The Halfling turned at the sound of the door swinging open. She peered at the man, her pale-blue eyes scrutinising him and listening without saying a word for a time.

"Mornin' stranger. You have a name? Mine's Sahriah Fastleaf." She continued placing the fresh herb bouquet in a wooden bowl filled with a little water so the leaves wouldn't wilt in the heat.

"This ain't my kitchen, fella. This is Leeara's place. I'll let Nalan know you enjoy his coffee and cookin'. I just bring him fresh herbs -- especially with Leeara gone walkabout."

When he offered her the tobacco, the Halfling shook her head, her long braid swinging back and forth, "Ack, givin' the stuff up. Ain't been sleeping all that well of late. The smell bothers me, now."

A frown line appeared across her forehead.

"Did you want somethin'? Nalan's stepped out to check on the stables and his boy, Tommi. Shouldn't be too long."