The Bitter Rain is a narrow herbalist's shop in a busy market lane, named for the sharp, rain-soaked scent of its drying herbs after a storm. Bundles of roots and leaves hang from dark ceiling beams; jars crowd the shelves, and a copper kettle murmurs over a low brazier. The owner, Nima, is a practical human herbalist with steady hands, a dry sense of humor, and a habit of tasting every harmless-looking herb before recommending it. She keeps the front counter welcoming and bright, but the storeroom beyond the drying racks is cramped, carefully locked, and fitted with a bell-wire alarm. Two assistants usually sort bundles or sweep near the front windows. Though she sells ordinary remedies and adventuring supplies, she refuses to recommend a plant she cannot identify and will not sell poison to anyone who cannot give a convincing reason.