mountain causes what he calls "soul sickness", which makes the animals unusually aggressive. I think either that something other than blight is happening to the animals near the red mountain, or that our language barriers confused me, and what I have encountered is indeed soul sickness. I only noticed it in the creatures among the foothills and base of the Red Mountain. I spent the rest of the day making potions in the dining room, as the room I rented does not have a desk, only a side table, and the owner didn't mind me working in there - I did give her a few curatives for free. My work attracted the attention of a Khajiiti alchemist, Ahnassi. She is an interesting person: speaks slowly
and meanderingly, floating between topics with no seeming regard for rigid continuity, instead weaving together several conversations into one tapestry. She is not unpleasant to talk to though, as she is very knowledgeable on the topic of alchemy and has a carefully manicured personality perfuming her every action so as to make herself seem richer far beyond her clothing otherwise indicates. After dinner she showed me a way to brew a strengthening potion from heather in a way that tempers heather's sharp, acidic, and bitter taste into something very pleasant: