Sans Liege WinesAdversaryThe path to the apothecary is lined with blueberry shrubs. Your footsteps crunch on the gravel as you limp to the heavy wooden door and push it open. A dim room is revealed that smells of tobacco, lavender stems, bay leaf and dried cherries. Without speaking, the man inside looks at you and busies himself with many of the bottles, flasks and jars that line the walls. He pours a mixture of ingredients into a leather pouch and hands it to you with a nod. You bow your head in return, thankful for anything that will heal the wounds from your formidable opponent.