in a back corner of the store. The shelf was unsorted and it took me long enough to find and purchase the copy that the same singing Ordinator threatened to hurt me should I not leave soon.

While I was looking for the inn, I found the alchemist's shop mentioned in the pamphlet. The shop is owned by a kind, older breton woman and is immaculately neat and tidy, all ingredients measured and individually packaged for ease of use. I showed her the pamphlet and traded some ingredients I had gathered along the northern end of the island. She suspects a rival is producing the pamphlets.