After a peaceful morning sleep, Fabiola woke up to begin her day again. She took her special blend of morning tea under the tree in the front of her little home. Market days were somewhat eventful for her, but mostly because she enjoyed watching passers-by and the merchants and visitors she didn't recognize.

The people in town knew her to be a bit of a tardy but friendly Herbalist: never available in the mornings, but always available deep into the night, if anyone thought to seek her remedies at that time. And while she was too eccentric for most townsfolk, she got along rather well with the Alchemist, a reserved man whose temperment looked, at least outwardly, to be the opposite of Fabiola's. 

As soon as she would finish her tea, Fabiola planned to make her way over to visit her friend. Predictably, she would leave and soon after a patient with an ailment would miss her by a mere few minutes.