wasteland, baby

She hesitated again, she didn’t like the idea of Epitaph leaving the territory on a regular bases to tend to herbs. She felt protective of him, an emotion that reared its head at the mere suggestion of building a garden outside of her protection. She considered the options for a long time, running them through her thoughts back and forth. “What if.. You build it in Serpent’s Plains, near where the territory runs up against Crystallum Cliffs. In or just outside our territory there. Wolves don’t wonder too close to the edge there” she pointed out, and the cliffs where treacherous to climb, no one would be likely to ambush him from the cliffs, he would be safe.

It was also an easy stroll across the plains to the cliffs base where he could build the garden. He presented another problem to her, and she considered it for a good long moment, he told her burning, burying, and washing them away where all out. “Collect what you can, we’ll wrap them in some cloth left over in one of the old healer dens, and me and Rhyme will carry them to Mount Volkan, there are some lava trails there we could chuck them in. that should destroy them pretty soundly” she said, knowing Rhyme would be willing to take the journey with her.

“With these duties, I’m going to settle some responsibilities onto you, okay?” she said gently. “I’m going to give you the rank of Baldrian, which is a high ranking healer. You would still defer to Vail’s authority, but you can take on apprentice and give directions to the lower ranking healers. So, you can train them to dig out these herbs and to help you start your garden. You could also take on an apprentice, and well how you train them would be up to you, I would advise you start them on your safer garden.’ she said with a smile, eyeing him carefully to see how he was handling this.