You turn the highest chamber in the Heron Tower over to the Purveyor of Teas and his equipment. The corridor outside fogs with acrid fumes. All night he labours, emerging in the morning with a single spoonful of paste, white as a bone.
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Administer the antidote to the Dowager She has little time left.
Result: A spoonful of sugar She has just enough strength left - and just enough sense - to take the antidote. The next day, her breathing eases. The one after, the stippling on her skin fades. The day after that, she manages - to everyone's alarm - to smile. "Huntress/Scholar," she whispers. "Huntress/Scholar... I require a posset. Immediately."
+1 Favor from the Acerbic Dowager, You have cured the Dowager of her poison
