We meet again kid
Wylan
There had to be a better way to do this! Crux gripped the pestle part of his mortar and pestle set between his fangs and he glared down at the half mashed mess of Agrimony, the last he had that was still usable. To be honest this probably would be easier if he had a proper set instead of the stones he'd improvised into one. It honestly hadn't been a big priority until half his stash had had to be thrown out after the flood had ruined them and now he needed to try and preserve what little he could until winter let up and storing poultices was much easier than plants. Crux sighed and scooped what he had into one of the jars he had prepared, he could always put more work in later but he was finding his patience was low right now. With everything put away Crux made his way out into the open space of the col, he rolled his shoulders trying to work the pain from his hunched position out. |
Art by Talia! |
Crux has a 6 inch long burn scar on his throat, most of his art does not reflect this.
Wylan
Heir Apparent
Master Fighter (300)
Master Intellectual (250)
Marauder
Professor
1 Year
Male
69
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