Oh. That does explain some things. Like why there were enough pillows to smother an elephant. "Haven't found the time."

So, a foreigner here to see the sights, who just happens to sell medicine too. Other spirit soldiers might be trusting enough to find that plausible, but he isn't. The mercantile states have a lot of outsiders working for them. Maybe this medicine seller was being paid, just like he had been.

To do... something. That's where the suspicion falls apart.

He'd been unconscious, long enough to get bandaged up. If he was going to get dosed with anything bad, it would've already happened.

Slick finally drinks, grimacing at the flavor. He tries to find something else to focus on, something... "I had a bundle with me." Where's it gone?