A simple salve

"Thank you!" He replied to his wellness check. He was working hard to catch up to his brother and sister in skills and was eager to get some meat on his bones, though it had been proven difficult since his metabolism seemed to be stuck on voracious.

"Tethys! Good! I'll remember that now, thank you." He chuckled as she mentioned a slave grabbing some goats., "Oh is that where they came from? Was she a little gal, white with ginger and gold? Yeah, that's Ignita, she's Bas's personal songbird. Have you thought of getting one? A songbird of your own to take out on hunts with you? They seem useful if you can get one loyal like her." He'd been thinking about getting his own Songbird slave.

While he spoke he was mixing the wax and oils carefully until they melted and mixed evenly, stirring with one of the blacksmith's old spoons. Where had Charlie gone anyway? He laid out several small tin containers of various size, all carefully cleaned and disinfected.

"I'm making some salves for our warriors! With the raid soon we need to be prepared! These will quicken the healing process and keep the wounds clear of debris as they heal up. It'll be great for when you're on hunts too if you get into a scrape while you're out." He said as he laid out the tins and stirred the mixture. Then he grabbed the handle with his teeth and carefully portioned out the hot liquid into each tin.

"There! They'll be solid enough to be easy to transport but soft enough to dig into when they're all cured." He said as he stepped back.

"You gonna be in the next raid?" He asked as he started putting some of the extra supplies back in a basket to carry back to the healer's hut, leaving the tins out to cool.

"Speech"