Triage Station is the herb shop in Ta'Vaalor. Formally known Saphrie’s Herbs and Tinctures, it has since been renamed and repurposed as Ta'Vaalor's Triage Station. It is located on Aethenireas Wey in a large white limestone building. The front room shop is adminstered by Maraene, who is also responsible for handing out foraging tasks for the Adventurer's Guild. Saphrie, the town healer, can be found in the infirmary through the doorway.
Catalog ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. a tincture of acantha 11. a tincture of basal 2. a tincture of wolifrew 12. a tincture of pothinir 3. a tincture of torban 13. a tincture of sovyn 4. a tincture of woth 14. a tincture of bolmara 5. a tincture of ambrominas 15. a tincture of rose-marrow 6. a tincture of ephlox 16. a tincture of brostheras 7. a tincture of cactacae 17. a tincture of talneo 8. a tincture of calamia 18. a tincture of wingstem 9. a tincture of aloeas 19. a tincture of bur-clover 10. a tincture of haphip
Backroom Catalog ---------------------------------------------------------------------- a tincture of tkaro 3600 a gold-stitched first aid kit 18000 a tincture of yabathilium 4500 a gold-threaded leather herb satchel 27000 a blood red teardrop amulet 4500 a crimson leather herb satchel 27000
|Body Area||Heals||Herb||Quantity||Weight||Cost||Cost per use|
|Blood||10 HP||a tincture of acantha||10||less than 2 pounds.||200||20|
|Nerves||Minor Wound||a tincture of wolifrew||4||less than 2 pounds.||100||25|
|Nerves||Major Wound||a tincture of bolmara (*)||4||about 2 pounds.||200||50|
|Nerves||Minor Scar||a tincture of torban||3||less than 2 pounds.||150||50|
|Nerves||Major Scar||a tincture of woth||2||less than 2 pounds.||100||50|
|Head & Neck||Minor Wound||a tincture of rose-marrow (*)||4||less than 2 pounds.||150||37.5|
|Head & Neck||Major Wound||a tincture of aloeas||2||less than 2 pounds.||250||125|
|Head & Neck||Minor Scar||a tincture of haphip||4||about 2 pounds.||200||50|
|Head & Neck||Major Scar||a tincture of brostheras (*)||2||about 2 pounds.||500||250|
|Torso & Eyes||Minor Wound||a tincture of basal||4||less than 2 pounds.||200||50|
|Torso & Eyes||Major Wound||a tincture of pothinir||2||less than 2 pounds.||400||200|
|Torso & Eyes||Minor Scar||a tincture of talneo (*)||4||about 2 pounds.||400||100|
|Torso & Eyes||Major Scar||a tincture of wingstem (*)||2||less than 2 pounds.||500||250|
|Torso & Eyes||Missing Eye||a tincture of bur-clover (*)||1||less than 2 pounds.||400||400|
|Arms & Legs||Minor Wound||a tincture of ambrominas||4||less than 2 pounds.||100||25|
|Arms & Legs||Major Wound||a tincture of ephlox||4||less than 2 pounds.||250||62.5|
|Arms & Legs||Minor Scar||a tincture of cactacae||4||less than 2 pounds.||100||25|
|Arms & Legs||Major Scar||a tincture of calamia||2||about 2 pounds.||250||125|
|Arms & Legs||Missing Limb||a tincture of sovyn||1||less than 2 pounds.||800||800|
The young elven woman is dressed in a lavender silk tunic with an intricate acantha leaf design embroidered on the front. Her silvery blonde hair is tied neatly back with an amethyst ribbon, and she glances up with a smile at each new patron entering the shop.
"My mistress Saphrie is the finest healer in the City States, 'tis true!" Maraene explains, nodding emphatically. A young woman comes in carrying a basket overflowing with freshly picked herbs. Maraene peers into the basket, nods to the young woman, and pays her silver for the contents. The herbalist picks up a stack of cloth strips, rolls them into small bundles, and places them in a small basket. The young elven woman is dressed in a lavender silk tunic with an intricate acantha leaf design embroidered on the front. Her silvery blonde hair is tied neatly back with an amethyst ribbon, and she glances up with a smile at each new patron entering the shop. Maraene carefully grinds some calamia fruit into a paste, adds a pinch of red powder, then scoops the thick mixture into a small glass jar. Maraene carefully labels several tinctures and places them on a low shelf. Maraene busies herself about the room, seemingly unaware that you are even there. Maraene stops whistling, cocks her head to one side, and smiles briefly before turning back to her herbs. After grinding some marallis berries in a small bowl, Maraene strains the mixture through a small sieve into a blown glass bottle.
Clad in a pale yellow gown and sturdy brown slippers, Saphrie is the picture of efficiency. Her blonde hair is gathered into a braid and wound about her head like a crown. Her lavender-hued eyes twinkle as she bustles about her work.
Saphrie tends to a crippled man in the corner, but she seems unable to help him. Saphrie calls to her assistant to bring out more tinctures. Saphrie moves about the room, soothing patients with a gentle smile.