Doing the right thing, for a price

You stroll the streets, looking through the various stores and stalls. If this is where you're going to settle down again, you need to see your competition. At first glance, there doesn't seem to be anything to worry about; once you get your feet back under you, you'll have the market to yourself. Getting there though, could prove to be a problem, without a product, you have no way to make money, and without any coin, you can't afford to make any a product to sell. In order to break that cycle, you need something else to sell...

You're willing to become a member of the oldest profession if it comes to it, but it appears that may not be necessary. As you stroll the streets you hear a commotion. Turning curiously towards it, you see an orc carrying some badly injured, with a small train of followers behind. An adventuring party, you surmise, that has come on bad times for one of its members. You watch where they go and follow along, as they head into the public house. Entering behind them, the injured person is laid out on a table. A high elf, likely a wizard by profession, judging by his robes, and with some deep cuts and bruises. You'd rather see him die of his wounds, but opportunity often comes at a price.

"You! Drow!" You hear called out in your direction from the halfling "our friend is dying. Do you have a potion, or know anyone that can save him?"

"I have the knowledge, but lack potions. For the right price, I can save him."

"What's the right price?" The orc woman asked.

"Depends on how good of a friend he is" you reply cryptically. The orc growls in frustration, fkexing her muscles in intimidation, but the human of the bunch throws you a coinpurse. Feeling its weight, you smile, knowing it will be sufficient to get you back in business.

"This will work." You reply as you open your jacket to retrieve a number of reagents; seeds of a milkwood tree, slices of the Hartsgrove mushroom, and some honey as a binding agent. Crushing the dried seeds and combining it to a thick paste.

"Open his mouth" you instruct. The orc women immediately obeys, and you shove a large amount of the concoction into the elfs mouth before closing.

"This will increase the elfs resistance and aid in his recovery. It won't recuperate him immediately like a healing potion, but it will keep him from dying."

The elf had a brief **** fit, but returned to normal with slow, heavy breaths. Overwhelmed in emotion, the orc woman grabbed you and embraced you tightly, shoving your face into her body with her hug

"Thank you, strange elf!"

"You're welcome.." you trt to get out, speaking into her chest. You have to push against her to let her let go, before she sufficates you or crushes your spine. The human and halfling likewise smile.

"As she said, thanks. I'm sure he'd thank you as well, if he were here to talk."

"Unlikely. I should leave, before he finds out who saved him."

"Oh, don't be like that." The halfling spoke up "I'm sure you could work together. In fact, we could use a highly capable and knowledgeable person like yourself. Think about it, you get to see the world, make new discoveries, and become rich."

You did not desire or foresee working with others when you left the Underdark, and these adventurers mean nothing to you. Still, the opportunity for knowledge and wealth is tempting, at least for a short time.