Hm. "What's Herntgaror's buying patterns been like?"

"He's been a regular since I took over. Comes by at least twice a week." She pauses. "Doesn't tell me what he needs it for and it's a lot. He might just like me though? Is always asking me out for dinner and such things."

"What type does he buy?"

"All types. Whatever I have in stock, really."

To her that either sounds like 'selling it on,' 'experimenting,' or 'no idea what he's doing, buying for an excuse to flirt.' Could be something else, though.

"Thank you. You've been a great help. Can you think of anything else relevant to the investigation?"

She shakes her head. "Nope. But would you like a supply of Wolfsbane? Might need it if you catch up with them."

"Sure. How do you use it?"

"Usually you'd need to work a little alchemical magic, but in this occasion I'll give you some oil that my uncle prepared. You can apply it to your weapons."

"That's very handy. Thank you. What's the cost?"

"No charge. You're doing a service to Falkreath, I wouldn't dare to make you pay."

She hands the bottle to her.

"If you need more, you know where I live."

"Thank you. If there's nothing else, I should probably continue with my investigation..."

"Nothing. Good luck."

"Thanks."

And she makes her goodbyes.

"So, what did you think of her?" she asks Gary, mentally reviewing the entire conversation. (An outside perspective never hurts.) "I'm fairly certain she was being truthful, but not entirely forthcoming... Her mention of the Yellow Wolfsbane also provides another avenue of suspects, you know - someone who's been a werewolf for a while, and has recently stopped taking precautions. I'll have to talk to the others on her list at some point... Though for now, is this Herntgaror Fenrifkssen nearby?"