Don't Cry Snowman

“A few things.” He answered pleasantly. “Most would say healing, but plants can have many uses. They can even be used to kill .“ He said emphatically his eyes widening momentarily before the settled into their calm gaze.

“My mother was a healer actually.” He said wistfully then felt a pang of agony in his chest that told him the subject was one he needed to avoid. He rose suddenly and stepped away only to look over his shoulder, gesturing the boy to follow. “Whatever you choose, when you’re a year old you’ll be sworn in to Erovrare, bound to these lands as the highlord is bound to you.” He explained, walking the boy toward the glowing shrine and the towering stones surrounding it.