Pinefar Infirmary

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Celk - You see a fairly typical the herbalist. It appears to be in good shape. It has nothing at this time.

"Celk whips out a mirror from beneath the counter and studies his appearance for a few moments. He smoothes the line of his eyebrows, examines his teeth, then tucks the mirror away and goes back to mixing powders in a large mortar."
"Celk carefully mixes a couple of powders together, then adds them to a beaker of a viscous black liquid. Seeing you watching him, he stops, puts his hands on his hips and sarcastically informs you, "Tickets for the afternoon show are completely sold out, more's the pity! You'll just HAVE to come back another time. Or NOT!""
"Celk gasps as a rotund little dwarf waddles in carrying a tray full of beakers and vials. "No no NO!" exclaims the elf, "Never never never carry them like that! You could drop that whole tray and make such a racket people would hear it in Icemule Trace." Celk grabs the tray and carefully sets it down on his workbench. The bantam dwarf shuffles out, a crestfallen look on his face."
"Celk mutters and begins rearranging a number of large glass containers, grumbling about the sloppiness of dwarves as he carefully lines them up in symmetrical rows on the shelves"