Behind the counter stands a young delicate man with handsome features. Behind him, the cupboards are filled with ointments, potions and powders used for various ails and sicknesses. The powders and herbs are grown by his wife, an attractive woman with red locks down to her shoulders. Some refuse to buy herbs here because they suspect the wife of witchcraft. But because no proof has been forthcoming, she has not yet been prosecuted.
A lot of the apothecary's customers are supplied to him by the esteemed doctor.