Deft with a knife, seemingly immune to gore and equipped a with a sensitive nose, Alaric looked to have procured a respectable livelihood when he was offered the position of apprentice to the town's healer/herbalist. Sure he absent his letters but it was assumed that with hard work and a good memory he would overcome this shortcoming, had it not been for the incident.
Alaric swears up and down that the hemlock he fed the healer in a stew was wild parsley despite having spent 5 seasons helping her forage for medicinal herbs in the nearby woods. While many in the village believed this likable young fellow, none were too keen on the idea of him taking over her practice due to the deadly mistake and his unnerving eagerness to suggest surgery as primary treatment for far too many ailments.
It was providence that an itinerant Knight, injured and missing retainers, passed through town and took on Alaric before the villagers had found out what he was up to in his new role as undertaker. Surely the open road would provide opportunity away from so many prying eyes.