The store was pretty evenly split between high-quality herbal products and New Age trinkets of questionable validity. There was a wall behind the counter covered in tiny drawers and bottles of more potent herbs, but the more exotic wares weren't on display anywhere Haley could see. The more reasonable branch of the Leech family had taken great pains to ensure that their apothecary business hadn't been too closely connected with their name. They'd been moderately successful, if only by mostly passing the Rare Spice Apothecary down to Leeches who didn't have enough talent to get themselves into trouble.

Mona was an exception.

She stepped from the back room, average height, too thin, and wearing dark, old-fashioned clothing that fit in well with the general atmosphere. For someone not long out of apprenticeship, she wasn't much younger than Haley. She recognized her visitor immediately and stopped short, expression calculating as she pushed her messy hair behind one ear. No, she didn't see Wardens often. And with her family history, their visits were almost always unpleasant. "Warden Dresden. This is a surprise."