Rain, Rain, Go Away
03-18-2018, 02:08 PM
His interest in her grew as soon as she mentioned that she too was a healer. The mention of poisons, however, had him baffled momentarily. He could appropriate their use in theory, but being a man raised in a combat-centered culture he found the use of poisons in practice a little distasteful. He was used to the idea of sinking his teeth into an enemy; of killing with some manner of physical touch. The idea of there being some amount of separation between his victim and himself seemed a little cowardly. Perhaps it was a fighter's pride that made him feel that way. "Once I find the plants, I'll need to find some poor fool to test them on." At first he thought she was joking and so he smiled, but after a moment it occurred to him that her tone wasn't exactly jesting. She was serious. "Hm," he rumbled as his smile faded a bit to reflect his surprised. This woman was something else, that was for sure. Perhaps the Empire would have some use for a woman such as herself? He wasn't keen on poisoning an enemy instead of fighting him, but perhaps the use of poisons could be used more broadly. A strategic sickening of a larger force could be useful. "Well," he offered, "The world is full of fools so I doubt it will take you long to find a worthy test subject." "Do you have any special interests, yourself?" Certainly none that were comparable to poisons. "Not in healing, I'm afraid." He added quickly, "Or poisoning for that matter. I'm a healer out of necessity, really. Quite often there are more wounds that need tending among my comrades than there are healers who can handle them in a timely manner." Such was the fate of a god-chosen people in a land of unbelievers. "If you mean more broadly than healing, then I suppose battle strategy counts as a special interest. The complexity appeals to me; the careful placement of heavy and light fighters; the diplomacy necessary in peace times and standoffs." He shrugged. "It's a game you win first in pieces, and then all at once." |