"Goodness," he remarked offhandedly, kneeling to pick up the shards of broken glass one by one by one. It seemed the Medicine Seller's agonizing slowness extended to more than just his speech.

"Moving up in the ranks. It is better than the red lyrium."

That had been fun. And he'd only been on duty to make sure the lingering spirits didn't heckle the people actually cleaning it.


"...But this... is such a waste."

He inclined his head to the ingredients - unusable now, probably worth quite a bit before they were ruined.