"I think I'll be fine. I have metal teeth for-" He begins, only to frown. Ah right, everything is in his medicine box. The missing medicine box. The man sighs, looking rather put out.

"Do you know how exactly one 'puts forth effort' here? I spoke with the Tavernkeeper but I'll admit, some of the answers to my questions left me more confused." The Medicine Seller asks. "Anything vital that I had was in my box."

He coughs, bowing. "In any case, thank you. For both the help and the welcome."