Fascinated but cautious Arowe winds his way among the stalls and rides. The Big Wheel looks like fun, but he doesn't entirely trust those leaping hobbit-folk with all the ropes, so doesn't risk a go.
Of all the weird and wacky stalls, one catches his eye : A mess of thorns, twigs and thatch twisted together into a weird sort of druidic gazebo with a wisp of smoke coming out of a short chimney at the top. The name Al Khem's Aisles of Delight on the sign only added to the appeal for Arowe as did the shelves strewn with flasks, bottles and gourds of every kind.
Arowe goes in and emerges again a mere few minutes later clutching a bag of thorns and goo that Al himself assured him would tangle anyone who stepped in it. In his pocket though was something potentially more useful. Arowe's fear of spiders and snakes had been in control of his purse when he bought the bottle of Antitoxin. And a damn good idea it was too!
[Arowe buys a Tanglefoot Bag and a bottle of Antitoxin]
