Don't Fake This

I'm out gathering herbs, I'm one of Valhallas healers. So she was from Valhalla, just as his nose had told him she was. A healer was she. That was surely a handy skill set to have. Sometimes he wished he knew about herbs, but his specialty lied with the fighting. He was a warrior, not a healer, but in his mind the healing profession was extremely honorable and respectable. Without healers, warriors wouldn't be able to do their jobs efficiently. Ah, a Valhallan healer are you. Well I hail from Seracia, under the title of Esquire, otherwise known as a warrior. If I'm not mistaken, our packs are under an alliance, are they not? He pretty new that they were, but he just wanted to hear her confirm it. He liked hearing her talk, especially when it was about Valhalla. He could hear the pride in her voice and that made his own pride for his pack flare up.


He nodded in acknowledgement. Familiarizing yourself with the area is a good use of time, especially since you're a healer and would need to know what herbs grow where. A gentle smile curled his dark lips as he sat, rather glad that she had accidentally bumped into him.


OOC: horrible >.<




Talk like this