Remaining in his chair, Ruth burrowed deeper into the cushion and blanket over him. His eyes fluttered closed, still awake and listening, but the exertion of the past week or so, along with the puzzling mystery of his patient’s ailment.
“Yes, leaving a place while suffering an illness is quite unwise,” the elf would grumble. “Any sane healer would have told you to rest, or encourage you to attend an examination by a physician or local crone.” It wasn’t as if there were a lacking of mages with the ability to cure basic ailments, yet his was not basic nor of the norm.
“Murderous impulses have we?” His single eye opened a fraction, grin curling slightly. It seemed to sharpen some as Nate shifted, sitting up to introduce himself. “Rut’theran, but Ruth is fine. It’s curious, this sickness of yours. I wasn’t able to sense what it was, nor was my magic much use… now that is puzzle. And I like puzzles.” His brow arched in silent question, unsure that any answer given would be true.
“Yes, leaving a place while suffering an illness is quite unwise,” the elf would grumble. “Any sane healer would have told you to rest, or encourage you to attend an examination by a physician or local crone.” It wasn’t as if there were a lacking of mages with the ability to cure basic ailments, yet his was not basic nor of the norm.
“Murderous impulses have we?” His single eye opened a fraction, grin curling slightly. It seemed to sharpen some as Nate shifted, sitting up to introduce himself. “Rut’theran, but Ruth is fine. It’s curious, this sickness of yours. I wasn’t able to sense what it was, nor was my magic much use… now that is puzzle. And I like puzzles.” His brow arched in silent question, unsure that any answer given would be true.
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