Orlais was not a place she often ventured, but with everywhere being hit hard by the encroaching Eth, supplies and aid were being distributed as widely as possible. Until they found a lead on more pieces of Sylaise, the two were doing the best they could under Meg’s guise as a healer and gardener. Already her small allotment was producing its fair share of healing herbs and other necessities and organising Arlathan’s infirmary had come almost second nature since her days with the Inquisition. At least now, she had some help in the form of Ruth, if only to keep a closer eye on her wayward ‘brother’.
She was also supposed to visit Val Royeaux the first time with Nairn. It stung when her foot hit the first step over the threshold of the docks. The second took a moment to follow after with the memory. In the walk to reach the vendors, Meg’s hand fidgeted with the strap of her satchel debating taking out her pipe for a comforting draw of elfroot. It didn’t matter in the end, the merchant was an old acquaintance so the two quickly became engaged in a conversation for a time.
Only briefly though, as a growing commotion began catching volume that pulled both towards the sound. Someone had collapsed across the way. Meg felt her heartbeat speed up, and quickly excusing herself, took off at a quick pace to see how she could help once catching the need for a healer.
Her head turned, hoping to track down the one calling for a healer, raising her arm to flag him down. Until her foot went through a rotten plank along the dock. Her balance shifted dramatically, her already raised arm was followed by the other while the rest of her pitched and fell to one side. Only, [color=#008e02]“Oh shit”[/color] was heard before in a tumble of limbs, Megara rolled off the platform into the shallow water. [color=#008e02]“Nnnngggg!!!” [/color]
With a sigh and making it back on to her feet, Meg would lean forwards. A hand to her knee propped her up while the other raised itself, yet again, into the air. The smallest wave being offered.[color=#008e02] “I’m a healer.” [/color]
She was also supposed to visit Val Royeaux the first time with Nairn. It stung when her foot hit the first step over the threshold of the docks. The second took a moment to follow after with the memory. In the walk to reach the vendors, Meg’s hand fidgeted with the strap of her satchel debating taking out her pipe for a comforting draw of elfroot. It didn’t matter in the end, the merchant was an old acquaintance so the two quickly became engaged in a conversation for a time.
Only briefly though, as a growing commotion began catching volume that pulled both towards the sound. Someone had collapsed across the way. Meg felt her heartbeat speed up, and quickly excusing herself, took off at a quick pace to see how she could help once catching the need for a healer.
Her head turned, hoping to track down the one calling for a healer, raising her arm to flag him down. Until her foot went through a rotten plank along the dock. Her balance shifted dramatically, her already raised arm was followed by the other while the rest of her pitched and fell to one side. Only, [color=#008e02]“Oh shit”[/color] was heard before in a tumble of limbs, Megara rolled off the platform into the shallow water. [color=#008e02]“Nnnngggg!!!” [/color]
With a sigh and making it back on to her feet, Meg would lean forwards. A hand to her knee propped her up while the other raised itself, yet again, into the air. The smallest wave being offered.[color=#008e02] “I’m a healer.” [/color]
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