Ribin,
I need those damned herbs by the end of the week at the absolute latest, I mean it. I’m out of ointments and soon I’ll be out of my reputation, too. People keep coming in just to go away empty-handed. This is not how we make this business last. It's bad enough that we're being undercut by the miraculous vrakhiri blood – don't make things worse, or we'll both go under and end up fishing for leeches, knee-deep in the bogs.
Get your shit together,
– Umlar