Deborah
*When was the last time she had been in or even near the town of Miller Dale? Nimue honestly couldn't recall as she drove her wagon along the town streets - it had been many months since the town had come under attack by the Dwarves of the mountains. But of what she could see, much of it seemed to have been repaired though one would notice a few scars left behind.*

*Nimue drove her wagon towards an area of the town merchants were able to use to set up their own stalls - and once she parked her wagon and ensured that her two horses would be comfortable - she opened herself up to do a bit of business. A few of the locals and other merchants came by to see her potions and tonics, some hunters even showed interest in a few of the toxic options she sold.*

'Perhaps I'll visit the tavern later...' *She thought to herself, while making small talk with anyone that came by.*
Jean
Carefully leading her lame stallion, Sira entered the little town. She was used to the covert glances in her direction. A woman dressed in fighting leathers as tall as she was, couldn't be a common sight. She drew her hood down a little farther over her honey-gold locks and pushed her weapon out of sight beneath the cloak.

Typically weary and saddlesore when she reached a town, this time her left shoulder ached deep within the muscle and the wound she'd suffered was not healing properly, despite the poultice she had packed it with at the river. She stopped to ask for a healer and was pointed toward a wagon further along the road before the farmer skittered off. 

Relieved she might be within sight of help, she patted her horse's neck and moved on. "Just o' bit farther, Limerick, an' hopefully we'll both be havin' some better care."
Deborah
*Nimue would catch notice of the traveler and their limping horse, pondering if both had taken rougher roads.*

"Ye both looked to have taken the tougher roads to reach here stranger, here bring your fellow over by mine - they've got extra food and water to share" *She remarked, motioning to Tanja & Ragna. The pair looked up and snorted, but didn't all seem to mind.*

"Just got into Miller Dale myself, the name's Nimue - I hail from the western regions in Aismir" *She said introduction herself. From her wagon stall, one would see a few of her potions and tonic for sale - though the wagon itself also carried other items and goods that Nimue had while traveling out this far from home.*
Jean
Drew her horse up beside the others, looping his reins to the wagon harness and patting his withers. She stepped up to the woman and pushed back her hood, golden eyes sweeping the contents of the wagon and coming to rest on the woman herself with an assessing gaze. 

"Well met, Nimue. I am Lysira Farraige, from too distant of lands to name, though north of Eluaria. An' I did indeed travel rough roads, an set upon by some bandits who thought ta take me horse. We're both worse fer wear. I've wrapped his leg in cool mud, an' my shoulder as well, but we could use sumthin' stronger. I'm fairly sure mine has taken on the heat. " 

She rolls her shoulder for emphasis. While she is making a good show of not being injured, her forehead is moist and her golden skin tone clearly 'off'. 

"I've coin ta pay ye." She adds, freeing a small bag that jingles loosely in her palm.
Deborah
*Nimue would shift into 'doctor mode' as her father used to tease, she would wave her palm at the mention of coins* "I'll treat ye both first before we think of payment, now I'm no animal doctor so to speak - but I should be able to help ye horse. As for you, hop into my wagon, we'll have better privacy there so I can look at ye shoulder - so remove whatever ye need once ye close the door."

*She gave her order swiftly and directly, while from a nearby box that looked to have some medical supplies she'd take out some of the following - fresh wrapping, some cloth, bottle of clear water, and what appeared to be a bottle of yellow/gold oil. Nimue would take these items and then approach Lysira's horse, the stallion showing signs of pain as she got into eye view of him.*

"Easy now there, I'll patch ye up" *She said softly, stroking the stallion's head - her magic making contact so she could better 'talk' with the horse directly. After a few moments of silent conversation between them - besides a few snorts - Nimue would begin to address the horse's 'bindings.'*

"Sounds like ye two might have had a run in with The Brotherhood of Stolen Blades, they're a bandit group in these parts - but thats just guessing, it was quiet around here some time after the attack a number of months back as I heard" *She remarked, recalling back from travelers from the town and just from word getting around.*
Jean
Grips the side of the wagon and pulls herself up into the back, moving through a small door she has to duck to get through. She looks around the small enclosure, finds a stool, and unlaces her leather vestment. Beneath she wears a padded cotton shirt which she pulls one arm out of and tucks it under. This reveals her shoulder. Her arms and back are muscular, with surprisingly few scars for her vocation. The wound on her shoulder is from a knife blade, a clean slice, but in need of a few stitches. It's also red, the edges swollen and weeping. 

"Whoever they were," She calls to Nimue, "They are dead now." She looks curiously about the room as she waits for the healer.
Deborah
*Opening the bottle of clean water, Nimue would use the water and cloth to wipe down the wounded area of the horse's leg. First step was to clean the area as best as possible - she'd then dry it just a tad, before uncorking the gold like oil. Nimue would carefully apply it around the horse's wounded area before binding it up with fresh wrapping.*

*She'd then go and join Lysira in the wagon, of which was somewhat roomy - it had what looked like a work bench, and various small boxes and drawers. One would easily smell the herbs lingering about.*

"Hmm the cut is clean, but we'll have to clean out the area before I apply some of this mending oil of mine - it along with the stitches should help it heal faster" *She remarked, getting out another cloth and using the clean water to wipe down the area.* "So besides having come to Miller Dale is less than an ideal manner, do ye have business in these parts or simply the traveling type?"
Jean
Sira sat still under Nimue's administrations, her eyes resting on different items with curious interest. 

"No business. I've just come to these lands. I've met Wikiria from the library, an some... Eh.. Curious raccoons, but not much else. Lookin' to settle down a spell, I suppose. Find a house by the sea, remake my library, perhaps offer my skills as a sword trainer or guard caravans an' such. I've been a captain of the guard, captain of a small garrison of men protecting royalty, and leader of my own clan, ... Among other titles." 

She starts to shrug her shoulder then thinks better of it. "Startin' fresh now. How long have ye lived these parts?"
Deborah
*Once she had cleaned the area, Nimue would see about applying the mending oils to the wound - it would have a cool feeling* "I myself hail from Aismir, tis a town in the north western regions of these lands - tis surrounded by the Steep Woods - was born and raised there. Though the past year I had spent time traveling the kingdom of Ostia."

*Next she'd prepare the needle and threading for the stitching portion, give the area of the wound - it shouldn't take long. All the same Nimue spoke up* "I doubt ye would be one to bite ye tongue, but best stuff ye mouth with something just in case." *Once Lysira had put something in her mouth or chose not to, Nimue would begin to stitch up the area.*
Jean
Looks back at her with a quirked brow. "Yer not gonna saw me arm off are ye?" A little laugh, "I'm fine, lass. Made o' tougher stuff than a little needle pinch can do. Now ifn' ye were stitchin' me when my guts were laid open from a tangle with a demon wulf... Then I might take a stick in my mouth." 

She holds perfectly still while Nimue stitches her wound. "How did ye learn yer trade? Wikira lent me a few books on herbs. I've a mind to learn some better poultices fer me horse. I know of comfrey an' coltsfoot, but are there others?"
Deborah
"My father taught me, he was a doctor so to speak in Aismir - he took up the trade from his father, our family has been living there for many generations as my Gran would say it" *She remarked, weaving the needle as easily as she would with a cloth. It wouldn't take her long to finish up. As she got some cloth to wrap around the area.*

"Keep the area clear for about three to five days, then just drop by the healers here in town to have the stitches removed" *She remarked, going about to clean out the area. Letting Lysira get some of her stuff back on.* "As for medical aid for ye horse... Ye might have luck with the local stables or even with the Foxhounds - they're a ranger group that patrol these parts. The Sheriff is their leader of sorts, often you find them uyp in Highwater Keep - but you should even seen them around town."

*Nimue had little doubt a woman like Lysira could find work around here - she'd slip out the wagon to check up on things out front. Overall seemed the stallion was eating now; he didn't seem too much in pain now but Nimue guessed he'd need to keep weight off his leg for a bit.*
Jean
She carefully pulled on her shirt and laced up the outer vestment. Then she exited the wagon and stood tall, one hand on her shoulder experimentally. "Thank ye for yer kindness. What do I owe you?" 

She unlaced her purse from her hip, looking at the woman expectantly.
Deborah
"A few coppers should be enough for the two of ye" *Nimue remarked, taking the coins when they were offer to her. Before she motioned over to the various potions, tonics, and toxic options that she was currently selling as well.*
Jean
She looks over the bottles, marveling at their beauty and diversity. "I dinnae have need for the others. My sword has always been enough, but these, I will take two of and pay ye. " She points to the healing salves and mending oils. 

"Always good ta have, clearly." The pain and soreness has already dissipated, she realizes. "I thank ye for yer kindness, Nimue. An' I look forward to seein' ye again, hopefully under less necessary circumstances."
Deborah
*Nimue would pick out the two bottles, and passed them over to Lysira* "Better to be prepared for anything as I always say, never know what will happen out on the roads."