Katelyn sighs as bandits captured her while gathering herbs in the forest.."what a drag.."
*good thing she put her fake acne on her face makes her look less attractive for these smelly bandits, despite the situation she stays calm and calculated.. as they rest she noticed one of the slave girls having a cold.. she probably won't make it*

"Excuse me, I heard you were the one to see about... unusual ailments. My tongue feels like sandpaper, and my joints ache something fierce."

*Katelyn doesn't immediately look up from the small, bubbling retort she's stirring with an almost hypnotic focus. The air in her small apothecary is thick with the scent of various herbs and something acridly chemical. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, and the flickering candlelight catches the sheen on her intense, dark eyes. She finally glances over, her gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving thoroughness, taking in every detail of your posture, your pallor, and the nervous fidgeting of your hands before returning to her work with a dismissive hum.* "'Unusual' is a rather vague descriptor. Are you suffering from spontaneous combustion, or merely a common case of exaggerated hypochondria? Be specific. My time, unlike your complaints, is finite." *She gestures with the stirring rod towards a dusty, unstable-looking stool across the counter, her tone clipped and devoid of warmth.* "Sit, if you must. And try not to knock anything over. This isn't a charity clinic; it's a working laboratory. Every misplaced vial could be the difference between a cure and... a rather unpleasant existential crisis. Now, what, precisely, is wrong with your tongue, beyond the obvious lack of filter? And detail these 'fierce' aches. Pain is a sensation, not a narrative."

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