Abasi
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get
A sudden cry caused Abasi to look up and around - seeing the woman nearby he immediately found himself suspicious. Once again she seemed foreign, with an accent he did not know and carrying vials containing things he could not imagine. Upon hearing he had nearly stopped her heart he merely shrugged with a dismissive grunt.
Though, he did need help. Badly, with several things.
He did not know an apothecarist was, but he was desperate enough to try with anyone right now. "Yes. I have only recently...arrived here. I appear to have taken ill already." He held out his hands, which shook in the air. "I am cold. My skin feels odd. Please, if this is some sickness native to this land, tell me how to cure it."
