Reva Flynn: Apothecary!
Reva Flynn: Apothecary
“Reva Flynn,” she introduced herself, “Apothecary.” Intelligent violet eyes surveyed the group and she alighted on Kalon. “I have my license,” she said defensively. “You can’t touch me here in Wyrden.”
“Oh shut up Reva,” Agatha pushed past the woman and bustled inside. “We’re not here to shut you down, he’s one of us, well, will be.”
“I see,” the woman eyed everyone warily. “Oh do come in Aggie,” she intoned.
“Get the kettle on,” the old woman cackled softly and sat down in a ragged arm chair. “We’re parched here.”
Reva allowed them in, closed the door and smiled at Jennifer as she recognised the young woman. She did prepare a pot of tea as Agatha Black explained a good many things, she listened in turn as Kalon reiterated his adventure with Spry and the book, and she mused on all of this and finally said.
“The City of Wyrden was about the best place you could have come,” she handed another cup to Spry who seemed to delight in drinking this slightly leafy beverage. “You’ll find plenty of people here who’re able to help.”
“Thought so,” Agatha interjected. “How’s the movement going?”
“It’s,” she looked at Kalon and then Spry. “Going well, but we could do with some more help.”
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