Minty Fresh Breath

Having barely noticed the two working wolves, he continued to dig and claw at his face and the itchy scabs. Some of the scabs were starting to come off and a bit of blood was seeping from the reopened injury. When they spoke however, it quickly got Magnus' attention and his gaze turned to the two wolves mixing and mashing things together in bowls. Magnus hadn't a clue what they were actually doing, but with their words and their actions, he assumed them to be healers. Traveling healers, maybe? He wondered if Iolaire knew of them. Of course the Armada had their own set of healers, but you could always learn something right? Maybe this pair of wolves had met Iolaire before.

"I'd appreciate that." He rumbled, slowing his scratching to a stop as he spoke and looked between the pair of them. They seemed friendly enough, plus he wanted this scab taken care of. He hardly knew a thing about healing, although he did know scratching a scab was bad for it. When it was this annoying though, how could you do anything else?

"Speech!"

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