Drake spoke for her. “No, we must be going. How much do we owe you?” Then to put emphasis on his decision, Drake added privately to her alone. “I'm hungry enough to kill him, Gailin, so don't make a scene.”
Carefully she nodded and did not look up.
“You don't owe me a thing, sir. Your wife here has done more than pay for the medicines. And if you'll let me, I have one more thing for you.” The Apothecary found a leather pouch in the mess Gailin had not reached yet and swept their purchases into the bag and then he added a small mortar and pestle that he put directly into Gailin's hands. She looked down into the stone bowl and found something else in the bottom of it. She didn't dare react or look closely to see what he had added. There would be time later.
The Apothecary saw them to the
