Splints and Numbing Salves [Valhallan Healer gathering Crafting lessons]

With the raid impending, he was busily stockpiling first aid supplies. He was coming to an understanding about himself. While he was trained in defensive fighting, he was far more suited to staying at the healer camp, waiting for the wounded to make their way or be guided to the healers to be treated.

He was getting old, too. Today, however, he wasn’t focused on his old age. Today he’d set up a few mortars and pestles. He had already howled for the healers of Valhalla, and those interested in learning, and he was setting up all the supplies they’d need to make salves for the day – or night – of the raid. Aurielle was planning to strike when the weather was nastiest. A good tactic that leveled the playing field.

It would mean the element of surprise, because who the hell would be out in a blizzard, especially at night. But both sides would have low visibility, making it fairer on their shorter-handed neighbors. This was, after all, a training raid, not one where the stakes were high.

His ears swiveled as the tread of paws caught his attention.