be of use, redeemed and wasted

She didn't seem to be sure if her lands of origin were the same as Hattoris. Wary that he may have dug up something he shouldn't have Áskell opted not to press on the question. "Ahh, yes, Hattori is a rather, um, stoic individual. He does not reveal much of himself or his thoughts but he's led us well so far." They had a nice home and so far everyone's basic needs had been met. There was shelter, food, fresh water and the borders had been well defended thus far.

Áskell flinched a bit as the poultice was placed on his shoulder but soon there was a cooling sensation of relief that eased the burning pain and the itch of the wound. "Much better, thank you. How long should I leave it on?" He might not always be the best patient but he did try to follow instructions.