The herbalist's shop did indeed announce itself by scent, even when they were still plenty far away from it. Haven took a deep breath and picked out sage, brier hip, and illusia among the layered aromas.
Once inside, he detached himself from Hazel and explored the shop. She herbalist knew her trade, and they lost themselves in conversation for far longer than he'd intended. When he extricated himself from it all, it was with a small sack filled with nearly everything he needed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to take so long."