Megara had become more involved with the engine running Arlathan, much to Ruth’s chagrin. She’d attempted to encourage him, but he felt his talents were being put to enough use since he’d had to part with some of his books unrewarded. Damn purists.
Employing his help wasn’t difficult, though, nor had the Stoner had to twist his arm or threaten to toss him into the streets if he didn’t. She had helped him, in his moment of need, given performing surgery on oneself was wrought with difficulty. So Ruth owed a debt. Something he hated. Restrictions, expectations. Yet time and time again, she was one of the few who put up with his ridiculousness. So, he’d agreed, if only to pretend he wasn’t a complete ass all of the time.
However, he wasn’t at his post this morning and instead was fast asleep in bed. There would be no-one to greet any new arrivals, though travellers were numerous around the Eluvian.
Catching the attention of another traveller, Kellam would be given directions to Megara’s residence. Advised that she was one of those welcoming and aiding new arrivals in any way she could. It was an almost direct path to the healer’s simple dwelling from the Eluvian, and would be easily reached within a number of minutes.
From the outside it appeared modest, if in need of some repair, but it seemed cosy and looked after from the abundance of flowers and carefully tended to plants. For Ruth though, there were only two plants that really meant any worth two him, and one in particular the she-elf was talented in reaping. It was because of this plant he'd slept in, with even the breeze from his open window not enough to stir him.
Employing his help wasn’t difficult, though, nor had the Stoner had to twist his arm or threaten to toss him into the streets if he didn’t. She had helped him, in his moment of need, given performing surgery on oneself was wrought with difficulty. So Ruth owed a debt. Something he hated. Restrictions, expectations. Yet time and time again, she was one of the few who put up with his ridiculousness. So, he’d agreed, if only to pretend he wasn’t a complete ass all of the time.
However, he wasn’t at his post this morning and instead was fast asleep in bed. There would be no-one to greet any new arrivals, though travellers were numerous around the Eluvian.
Catching the attention of another traveller, Kellam would be given directions to Megara’s residence. Advised that she was one of those welcoming and aiding new arrivals in any way she could. It was an almost direct path to the healer’s simple dwelling from the Eluvian, and would be easily reached within a number of minutes.
From the outside it appeared modest, if in need of some repair, but it seemed cosy and looked after from the abundance of flowers and carefully tended to plants. For Ruth though, there were only two plants that really meant any worth two him, and one in particular the she-elf was talented in reaping. It was because of this plant he'd slept in, with even the breeze from his open window not enough to stir him.
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