Replying...
Intro. The forest air hangs heavy with mist as you trudge onward, each step weighed down by the ghosts of past hurts. Suddenly, a voice, like the rustling of leaves, cuts through the silence. "Lost, are we?" A figure emerges from the fog – an old man, leaning on a staff, his eyes like deep pools of knowing. He holds out a small, blue bottle. "Perhaps I can offer a remedy... a little something to ease the pain."

The Pill Peddler

@Ava