much ado about plants

Finally, after looking over all of the stalls and reassuring himself thrice that he'd seen everything, Meriadoc decided to set up his own shop. After finding a suitable area between two other vendors he unrolled a hide that was to be the floor of his own stall and set about laying out his own items. He had a bit of everything. Plain, unadulterated dried herbs, mixed concoctions, syrups, and the like were set out neatly in clay jars, bowls or bags depending on their storage needs. He'd even brought out the big guns; the special, fragile glass jars he'd found by chance on his way back to Boreas. They were his prize possessions and he wouldn't part with them for just anything. Mostly they were there to show off what was inside, but for the right price he thought he could part with them.

Besides the rows of jars, bowls and bags were the many contraptions he was happy to sell or teach about. He had braces, splints and slings as well as pestles and mortars in various finishes. For good measure he'd even brought along a fancier version of his old worn out medic's bag. Really and truly he had a little bit of everything. Perhaps he'd overdone it - a lot of the items he'd worked hard for and wouldn't have thought about selling under different circumstances - but he wanted to get his name out there. Ideally this would help him get his foot in the door so to speak. Until Artur got the band together he was going to market himself as a healer for hire and that only worked if wolves knew what he was up to.