"Then," Elias slid his finger to a drawing of a green cross, "you head to the . The specialty health shops in the city keep it stocked in the 'Digestive Aids' aisle. Look for the bottles labeled Nutricology or Thorne . They’ve done the hard work of drying it into neat little capsules so you don’t have to look the ox in the eye." Silas looked hopeful. "And the third way?"
"I can't digest a lick of fat, Elias," Silas groaned, clutching his midsection. "The doctors say I’m lacking the 'golden juice.' Said I need ." where to buy ox bile
Elias peered over his spectacles. "Ox bile? A bit specific for a Tuesday, Silas. You can’t just find that at the general store next to the flour." "Then," Elias slid his finger to a drawing
Elias stepped behind a velvet curtain and emerged with a heavy, hand-drawn map. "You have three paths, my friend. They’ve done the hard work of drying it
Elias lowered his voice. "The . If you want it raw, for the old-world tinctures, you go to Miller’s Creek. Ask for the 'bitter stones.' But be warned—it’s not for the faint of heart or the weak of nose."
"That's why I'm here," Silas pleaded. "Where does a man even go for that?"
Silas opted for the city apothecary. He left the shop with a map and a newfound respect for the gallbladder of a cow. As he walked away, Elias shouted one last tip: "And Silas! Make sure it’s ! You want the bile, not the mystery!"