Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25109952-20130815014354/@comment-11457306-20130816110543

Allysa rose early, as usual. She sorted through her gear, trying not to think of the ordeal ahead. Setting aside the items she was going to sell to lighten her load, she repacked her knapsack. Then she went to the smithy. After quite a bit of haggling and a great deal of restraint on Allysa's part in not removing his head from his body--they struck a bargain.

She inquired about an alchemist or anyone she might buy potions from. There was none, but the smithy's wife made her own and Allysa was able to acquire some sleeping potion. When Allysa mentioned that she got seasick, the smithy's wife exclaimed, "Ah!  I've got just the thing for you!" She brought out a bottle. "I use this for morning sickness," she said, "it should help. Use it sparingly and don't take it with the sleep potion.  It's very strong."

It was also very expensive, but Allysa paid the price.