Out Back:
Majenko peeks around the door jamb. Beyond it is a small room, a mirror image in layout of the furnished apartment through which he's just come. This room, however, appears to be a workshop of sorts, albeit an untidy one. Several barrels and casks stand in the far corner, below shelves lined with rows of mismatched perfume bottles. A man is at a workbench, facing Majenko's direction, but currently intent on his task of filling vials with a dark liquid. The odour of Lavender's Luxurious Liniment hangs heavy in the air.
In Front:
Vendra regards Edmond's money with pursed lips.
"I've got a hundred vials you can take for now, and the same again tomorrer," she says with a sudden grin. "Reckon I could make more if the Marshall's payin'". One of the shop girls packs a crate of Luxurious Liniment. "Yeah," continues Vendra, swirling round behind the counter. "Come back tomorrer. Closing Time everyone," she calls out. "All sold out, see this nice gentleman." Brindom doesn't have to try hard to find volunteers as the people nearby begin clamouring for their cure.