(as heard from the mouth of Deotathi Miim)

Oh, sure, city of Freedom, where anyone is FREE to muscle in on my
market. What's this Kahn Lucas got that I haven't anyway? A sob story
and magic potion? Hmph. No, tried and true wares is what I got. Countess
Dys Mzithrei at least understands that, tried and true enlightened
wares, that's what! Not some gimmick and a sniffles tale.

The Steward, Lady Enadonella, Marquessa Vyell and Kalea were quick to
try and help the sniveling dodo bird, with his promises of a good time
and vengeance on our most hated enemies. Hmph, I say. Even Mayor
Steingrim seemed impressed with the strength of this kid's 'sample'!
Well, good going kid, you cornered a piece of my business market and I
won't be having it.

He's got the whole city rioting for more, Drunken Master Kalas
Malarious... Merry Minstrel Letarne Ashgleam... especially that Lady
Enadonella, she was quick to weaponise it. But hey, I guess I can't
fault that part, weaponising a drug to foil Hallifax? HAH. I admit, that
part is darn clever. Maybe I should consider making my powders stronger
like that. Hmm, now there's a thought.

And you know that that blasted kid did? He goes and gets himself
attacked! So he steals my business, disappears, and now everyone is
worrying. Ah well, maybe Countess Dys Mzithrei will find reasons to skin
his hide FOR me. She went and had a good, long talk with that Constance
Walker, that's the word on the street anyway...

~~~

HAH! My business is now secure! No more crazy rainbow pills to stop my
cornering the market all on my own now. That kid got his brains
scrambled he says, can't remember a lick of anything with the pills.
Fantastic, I say!

Oh, and yeah, well of course it is sad he showed back up on our doorstep
naked and starving... he's alright though. I guess he has spirit, can't
fault that, makes for good business to be stubborn as a rock. He got
booze, a cloak, some food - what more does a man need?

Except for okorushi powder, hey did you want to buy some? Afraid my
prices had to go up a bit. Supply and demand, friend.

Penned by My hand on the 18th of Juliary, in the year 480 CE.