Robert
David Bradshawe
David's Home, Audeamus Forest

With a sigh of relief, he sat down, a slight grin on his face. David was behind his house in the woods, sitting cross-legged on a stump he regularly sits on when he reads. He'd grown to like the forest, it's a good place for him. Mostly quiet, very few visitors. The sorcerer set the book in his lap, and opened it. It took him a moment to find the correct page, but once he did, he set himself to reading. It was about midday, and thanks to the canopy there was shade, but enough light to read. The temperature was fairly comfortable. David was wearing relatively light clothes, with sandals for his footwear. "It's a good day.." He muttered to himself. He hadn't gotten to relax the day prior, as he'd had to go out to a village to "Help" Someone. The poorfolk in the area are generally kind and humble, so usually he charges them very little for his services. This day was going to be a day of studying and relaxation, or at least he planned it to be this way.
Alex
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Lord Syric Vignola
Audeamus Forest 
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Syric had spent the majority of the last week in Stormalong, at the summons of Lady Angelica Stafford. With her husband still disposed in Hagen Keep, she'd not been able to call upon his assistance in dispelling the rumors that lingered just on the edge of the Audeamus forest. 

_"I'd have gone myself, or send in our guard, but it feels like a... Diplomatic issue. And Marcus doesn't do well with his nannies for more than a day."_ She'd explained, handing the man the reports her court had taken from complaints in the villages nearby. Well, they weren't so much complaints as reports of activity. A magic man, creeping out of the tree line at the request of desperate families looking for medicine that was a little more accurate than brews at their local apothecary. 

She'd done right in calling for him; a team of guards would have failed in rooting out a magic user. Although magic in Astoria was openly accepted, it was still iffy in South Feyshore- depending on the laws of the ruling Lord in the area. Stormalong was a safe place, but Brewerns, the territory that the reports lingered on, wasn't. And if there was a medicine man who was doing good for the country, he'd prefer the man be allowed to continue in public. It would grant some peace to those who still feared magic, and probably some stability for the forest dweller. 

Syric pulled the reins on the steed he rode, making his way through the trees in the area the man was rumored to live. After about half the day, he came across a humble looking man sitting on a stump, book draped over his lap. 

"Hello, can you help me?" Syric questioned. "I'm looking for a medicine man that's said to live in the woods, are you him or do you know of him?"
Robert
David Bradshawe
David's Home, Audeamus Forest

David had lifted his head at the sound of a horse's hooves. It's not often he gets to hear those, as very few people venture into these woods. He'd learned that in his long time staying there. His eyes eventually rested on a man on a horse, which made him tilt his head to the side a little bit. Thoughts ran through his head as he thought of the reasoning, which led to him being kinda zoned out when he was spoken to. It took him a moment to think of a response, and then it dawned on him. What if this guy was here.. To take him away? The thought frightened him, and he stood up, his book in his arms. "*Nope. Never heard of him.*" He replied, and then walked away, going around his house towards the door. He'd prefer not to take his chances. He liked the area, and it's his only place of safety.
Alex
**Lord Syric Vignola
Audeamus Forest **

The man rose, snapping his book closed with a definitive answer before turning and heading back to the home behind him. "Please, I've come on behalf of the Lady of Stormalong. The infant is ill, he has been for quite some time. She heard rumors of a healer and tasked me with finding him." 

Technically, none of those things were a lie. He was sent by Angelica and Marcus was sick, it just wasn't the _reason_ he was sent. 

"I'm just looking for some help, I'd never forgive myself if the child suffered because I gave up every time a man turned away from me."
Robert
David Bradshawe
David's Home, Audeamus Forest

The mystic's walk faltered at the man's words. He's not a bad person, per-se, but he doesn't want to go to prison.. Or worse. "*Sorry. I can't help you.*" He called over his shoulder. David then continued his walk forward, and turned the corner to where he was at the front of his house. His breathing gradually picked up, and his chest hurt a little. David was scared. He thought he could die if it was found out who he really was, and he doesn't like taking chances. At the same time, he would not like to leave an infant to die.. He stops at his front door as the mental conflict rages within him. What to do, what to do.. David eventually decided he'd wait where he stood, and see if the man gave up, or followed him around. He needed to know just how serious this guy was.
Alex
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Lord Syric Vignola
Audeamus Forest**

The hesitation in the man's step was all he needed, and he dismounted from his horse with a heavy fall of his boots on the leaves that littered the ground. "Stormalong is a place where magic users are protected. The Lady herself has asked for you to come and help her, that isn't an action that will be punished." Syric pointed out, taking the assumption that the man's hesitation meant he was the healer he was looking for. 

He looked like a regular old man, and incredibly unintimidating from what he'd imagined to find.
Robert
David Bradshawe
David's Home, Audeamus Forest

The old-ish man turned his head a bit, and he looked at his visitor with a single eye. "*I can't.*" He couldn't explain his reason, either. The conflict still raged on within him, so he continued to simply stand there. He raised his hands to his face, and rubbed them in. What should he do, what should he do? He thought to himself. David then turned around, looking Vignola in the eyes. "*What's wrong with the baby?*" Is all he asked. At the same time, he thought that healing an important person's child is a good way to get quite a bit more books for himself. Something he simply loves. He took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them. His arms were folded across his chest, meaning he wouldn't seem at all threatening, either.
Alex
**Lord Syric Vignola
Audeamus Forest.
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He asked what was wrong with Marcus, and Syric pressed his lips together. He knew, because of his friendship with the Lord and Lady or Stormalong, but it wasn't public knowledge and he knew Angelica wasn't keen on anyone knowing just how ill the child was. As far as he knew the physicians who knew in Stormalong were sworn to secrecy unless they thought they found someone who could help. 

"We're unsure. A few physicians said it was a cold, others weak lungs. Some think he's not long and there's nothing to be helped anyway."
Robert
David Bradshawe
David's Home, Audeamus Forest

David gave a little sigh, and turned to look at his home. It's been about 15 years since he'd come here, and not once had he gone back to any of the big towns. He so badly wanted to stay, but he couldn't leave a little babe to die, could he? And since it's something like weak lungs, David could certainly do something to help him, maybe even cure him completely. But he's a wanted man! Ever since the collapse 15 years ago, he had been one. These are all the thoughts running through his head, but eventually the good parts of him shine through. "*I can help him. I am indeed the "Healer" In this area.*" He said, and walked forward a couple steps to where they were at proper conversing distance.
Alex
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Lord Syric Vignola
Audeamus Forest **

Syric smiled as he turned, agreeing that he was in fact the man he'd been searching for. "You'll accompany me back to Stormalong to help the heir?" He asked, wanting confirmation of that fact. In Stormalong Angelica would be there to help persuade the man into going public. And perhaps, if he really could help Marcus, they'd have a good story to spread of the man through the city to help dispel any warlock rumors.
Robert
David Bradshawe
David's Home, Audeamus Forest

David gave a firm nod, and then gave verbal confirmation. "*Yes, I will.*" His fear had died down, as he was somewhat sure that this man was not looking for a David Bradshawe, no.. But instead a remote healer, one that could save an heir. He was almost certain that he could save the little baby. Lung issues were quite common among the peasant folk's young, so he had more than a little experience with them. Not to forget that he can do far more than just heal. If he needs to escape, he certainly can put up a fight. He then found himself thinking of Stormalong. Going back, after all this time.. He wondered how much it had changed. He had been quite fond of it in the olden days, so he's a little worried it would be completely ruined.