Repairs

The Warlord managed to hide his reaction to Vidarr’s question. His jeweller had died in the flood, and that loss was still fresh to him. Keeping his expression neutral, he let his eyes flick back to the kids again. Their playing forms gave him an excuse to take a second before he replied. “I do, my son.” He explained. He had a lot to learn, but showed promise. He had no doubt the boy would enjoy any challenges the Warlord threw his way.

The wool for the herbs, and the pelts for the consultation was a very good deal. It cost them nothing they were short of - the herb gardens being out in the woods meant they hadn’t suffered overmuch from the flood, and what they had lost in dried herbs and salves were being replaced. “Deal. if you pass the list to Wylan, he and your son can fetch Halo, who can bring the herbs and get to know him a little before starting her consultation.” he suggested. He had no issues with volunteering Halo’s help. He knew she wouldn’t hesitate to help the boy if she could.


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