The herbalist

Skælingr was on the hunt for his wife. She was late for their evening walk and while he knew she could handle herself it still made him worry. These were new and strange lands for them, just how safe unfamiliar territories were had yet to be determined. Skæ put his tracking skills to good use. He picked up on his wife's scent and followed it to find her crafting several items while another healer worked nearby. "Ragna, love, did you forget or walk for tonight?" He wouldn't chastise her too much. He had forgotten himself on a number of occasions. He just hoped that she was about finished with her projects so she could come and join him though if it was going to take awhile he supposed he could wait or they could reschedule.