Nevin sighed as he organized the vials along his shelves. Most of what was on the shelves were antidotes - both to common poisons, and a few special blends that he had to develop recently. There had been a rash of people dying in the last week or two, to strange poisons. Nevin had managed to get a sample of a few, and had created serums that could help the victim pull through.
There were other things on the helped, a few medicines for different illnesses, a few simple drugs that wouldn't hurt anyone, things like that. A simple pharmacologist's shop, with the odd blood potion thrown in from time to time, things to help with healing, stamina and the like.
But here in Radasanth, Nevin's primary source of business was custom brews. As the sun set, he opened up shop. A trickle of customers came in - children rushing to see if he had any candies today, some parents looking for medicine for their families. The normal early evening rush for him. It would be later, as the hours stretched on, that the more disreputable clientele would come in.