Yylris opts to head to the market. It's about now he realizes he never asked for any funds to buy antitoxins, and he might not be coming back with much.
(You guys were given money, I'm not that cruel).
After inquiring as to venom cures you are led to a stall occupied by one "Herschel the Goatkisser". He looks disturbingly normal given his name. "Whut kinda venom yew need a cure for. Ah gots spider, snake, bassylisk, debbil, crawler, goat--ah got anything you need."