the fundamentals
ft thoren
08-28-2019, 05:32 PM
Holland would finish gathering the moss, patting it flat against the ground so it was easier to carry. the other man had lots of questions still, and he noticed the accent. the broken English. he wondered what culture the wolf came from, but put it out of his mind when he thought more about answering him. it wasn't his business and he didn't care. "because I want to be a competent healer" the Lirim man would state softly, though his eyes squinted lightly. if he left it to the last minute, some idiot could have injured themselves and he'd be forced to leave them to gather. he had no assistant and to his knowledge, the other healers in Lirim were not as active as he was. Holland would prefer to avoid a disaster by prepping for it. "it'll just get dusty again... if I store it afterward. so no." he sighed, praying to the gods for strength to answer these questions. it wasn't like a wolf invented a feather duster. he couldn't predict how dusty the herbs would get. and dirt never killed anyone to his knowledge. he refused to give out Lirim's population to the man. stranger or another pack wolf, Holland kept his mouth shut about his own pack. anything else you want to know? he resisted snapping, his patience wearing thin. "SPEECH" 3/3 rounds for moss gathering |
holland is not a nice character typically; his views do not reflect my own.