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Post by blargy on Jan 13, 2019 19:30:55 GMT
When the poor men and women of the city had troubles, but couldn’t afford a healer or a surgeon, they would often come to Mable Thistlewit to alleviate their woes. The elderly gnome in the old patchwork coat would always greet guests with a warm smile and a cup of tea, before guiding them to a comfy armchair in her humble frontroom. Curios, knick-knacks and the odd gadget splayed about the crowded shelves would tell of a long and storied life, no doubt with many friends. In the corner of the room sits her ever-present and faithful owl, Acacia, keeping a vigil over her lifelong companion with her cool unwavering gaze.
Those who have visited Mable at one time or another, often come back bringing what coin or offerings they can, such is her warmth and charm. Her tea is also really good, in fact, most consider it to be more than tea, “it’s…. an experience”, they would say. Such herbal remedies may not have any kind of actual medical value, but that’s not really the point now is it? People can’t always afford the so called ‘real’ medicine, but what they can have, is a wholesome infusion of hope, nature and euphoria.
Unfortunately, folk of a pious or gullible persuasion often take exception to Mable’s unorthodox approach, but persecution is something she is quite used to. Mable doesn’t need the approval of all the bigots, cynics and fools in the world; such people are best avoided and left to rot in their own blighted lives. Still, if you’re a nice polite person, with a generous spirit and a love of nature, you’ll find you have a lot in common with dear old Mable and you may even be in for the best cup of tea of your life!
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