Great House. I also think those two factors would drive business to me by my virtue of selling potions independent of the guild or the houses. More thinking to do - more thinking to do in a more concrete manner.
Those musings are driving me back to Balmora of all places: I have sold through my stock of potions and reagents, and the Guild in Balmora serves me with a hefty discount for supply due to my services rendered. Also I want to see Ranis's reaction when I play the fool just to satisfy my own grim curiosity. My plan is to tell her how nefarious her 'necromancer' was: hiding in plain sight as a selfless apothecary and
healer, so well integrated in the town's social fabric that not even the guard had suspicions. Should Ranis show even a thread of remorse, I will eat my words. The Silt strider is making good progress, and I am comfortably nestled in among some packs. I feel very sleepy.
The driver has agreed to wake me when we reach Balmora.