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Villager: Six

Maker and mixer of potions and salves, Six’s bedside manner is many times worse than KC’s. His words often come hissing out around both snakelike teeth and tongue, and oftentimes they come with the obvious amusement of pure Schadenfreude. He’ll mix up the finest of tonics to cure your ills, but he’ll still laugh when the horse riders’ bruise doesn’t allow you to sit properly. He’ll make a soul think twice about not going to KC and enduring her far more friendly silence. At least she won’t poke your burns to watch you squirm.

And beware that he doesn’t add any of his “special blend” to any potions. Pink elephants won’t be the only thing a wayward villager sees when that stuff is done with them.