[She was right - they couldn't give him much, though sometimes they tried out of a stubborn sense of pride. He passed, unless that something was a little tidbit of information.]

You must be mistaken. I am a medicine seller. If there is sickness, then that is where my skills are needed.

[A small, sly smile crossed his lips. He confessed:]

Though... Hightown is... very lucrative - they do not so much mind the shape of one's ears if they can chase the illusion of their youth in brothels.

[Not to mention all the powders and dyes and creams to smooth out wrinkles or soothe the tell-tale rashes and sores from jealous husbands and wives. He practically scalped the nobles for what mostly amounted to placebos and he didn't feel a scrap of guilt about it.]

...And the people of the Inquisition pay very well for my services as well.