This type of ‘medicine’ seems to be another trapping of civilisation that Kaelin doesn’t quite understand. He has lived in a community where herbalists are main suppliers of medicine, be it derived from plant fibre, root, leaf or bark, or from animal parts, and they had a cure for almost any ill. There was some preparation of material into ointments and tonics, or distilling of essential essences, but nothing like the chemistry practiced by alchemists. He has encountered the odd individual in the marshes who were gathering ingredients for such folk in more settled regions, and has on a few occasions helped guide them around the fens and wetlands of his home. They varied from being professional collectors, to those that were both collector and alchemist. Whilst the former seemed driven mainly by coin, the latter included some individuals who showed a greater understanding of what they sought and driven by something more than simple financial need (although tended to be much more hopeless in wilderness skills). They tended to lack the knowledge of his own herbalist kindred, but that was understandable as there is a limit to how more expertise a human can learn within their short life spans. They spoke a lot about how they intended to refine and use the ingredients they catalogued and collected, which mostly either passed over Kaelin’s head, or seemed unnecessary compared to the more simple methods practiced by herbalists.
“You saw Lady Dupont regularly, and she was showing signs that the medicine was helping her overcome her condition? Is there any reason that her condition could have perhaps been cured entirely?”