Here, There, and everywhere!
Hip, Hip, so hip to be a square!
Here, There, and everywhere!
Hip, Hip,
proceed Tregard Maynard as he enters the healer's den. He scans the room for a feather being and founds her stooped over a wounded gnome. "Healer Rhadama, I presume?"as he bows formally before her. " May the Sun's face keep you warm and push back the Night." The bard then chirps, whistles, and flaps his cloak in what he believes to be the Ixifar Formal Greeting
"Oh dear," Rhadama blanches and her voice trembles a bit. "I'm not a very powerful healer, you know. I was hoping to uncover a cure or something among the notes here. I'm not sure what I can do."
She straightens and moves across the room to claim her weapon and shield. "But I'm ready to do what I can."
The Ixifar healer regards the bard curiously. "Yes? Can I help you? Perhaps you've been out in the sun too long my friend."
She gestures to a seat at the nearby table. "If you take a seat here I'll fetch you some water and a cool cloth."