Aila was right too, many of the so-called healers were rather stupid. They invented dangerous, insane treatments for simple problems because they couldn’t see that the earth gave all that was needed to remain healthy. As far as Arjan cared, country healing, fresh air, fresh food and plants were the best way to fight off sickness.
Pulling down a small box, Arjan grabbed at several jars and plucked certain dried herbs from them. He placed them all together carefully, then mixed and closed the box. “Here’s your tea miss, and if you’ll give me a moment, I’ll get something else that I think will help.” He muttered as he ran into the backroom where he kept his bed as well as certain, more potent remedies. “If the tea doesn’t help and the cough makes yer chest to heavy, rub this on it. It’s peppermint, and ginsing, and a few other little things. It should help ye breathe easier. But it does have a tendacy to irritate sensitive skin, so you might want to use that spairingly.” He said as he handed over the box, as well as a small jar with a sluggish liquid inside.
When he saw the coin bag, Arjan’s eyes were immeaditly drawn to it. He didn’t like to look greedy, but he was in a business, and he did expect money, or some other form of compensation for his services. “Well, the tea’s nothing fancy, just some thigns found common around here, to, four coppers for that, but that salve, well, that’s two silvers, because those ingredients are rarer and stronger. If they don’t work for you, come back and I’ll find something else, alright? What I gave ye is pretty common stuff, not very weak, but not as strong as some of the other things I have.” Arjan said, after pondering a little bit on the price.
Intentionally, the young man upped the price on the salve a bit, expecting the woman to argue and haggle. It was really only a silver piece and three coppers, but once again, he expected her to argue.