- astridsurana
- magisuperbia
- theladycousland
- spell-power
“Well, hello there ladies. If anyone needs healing, please step over to the cots.”
Keeping the hood of her cloak close to her features, she prayed that she would not be recognized by slavers. Wandering about in Darktown wasn’t ideally part of her plan, but she knew that there was a man named Anders who ran a clinic here. And where medicine was needed, so were herbs.
Sarah had come across the very same clinic she was looking for, how did she know this was the establishment? The man who greeted her was evidence enough.
“Oh, no I do not need to be healed, there is nothing wrong with me." At the moment. "I was actually wondering if you would be interested in some medicinal herbs. You are.. Anders, right?” The hood was pulled down slightly, letting the ringlets of scarlet hair to peer through. Green eyes were set downcast a moment at the small basket she carried, one that was initially covered with a few fabrics.
