Shilah nodded quietly as Bard spoke. What the other brute spoke of sounded far more like what he imagined the nomads should be. It did seem odd to him the tradition of settlement but it was how he was raised and so he had never thought to question it until he'd settled and discovered his heart was still off wandering.
Shilah signed softly. "I admit it hasn't been easy. In fact I'm not sure I can go through with. All my life I have wandered and I do wonder about the loners and rogues that could also need my help. Why call myself a nomad if I am settled?" He shook his head, gaze drifting out over the orchid. He was so conflicted. He was expected to stay and learn and Erani was one of the best healers he'd ever met. But living in one spot? it was stifling him it really was. "I"m not certain what to do. The healer who leads my pack is one of the most skilled I've ever met and I wish to continue my training but?. I am not meant to be a pack wolf I can see it already. I apologize, I don't mean to unburden myself on you Bard. I've just been carrying this for awhile." Shilah had not spoken so much in ages. He didn't mean to get so carried away but he was in need of some direction. Any advice at the moment would be welcomed.
