<span style="font-style: italic">Poor girl...</span>Ember thought sadly as the lady of sorts allowed herself to be led by her. The town was coming into view, a small cluster of buildings surounding a strip of well troden dirt. The weather was warmer than usual for spring, which explained why there were so many childern running about in their sturdy trousers and woolen gowns. Freshly cleaned laundry flapped and wrinkled in the breeze while housewives twittered gossip amongst each other... Yes, definately a normal day in the town of Chrair's Field.<br/><br/>"Wisdom! Wisdom Ember! My babe, Rand, 'e's coming down with something. Can ye 'elp 'im?" a woman told her with frightened eyes. It seemed as though almost all of the younger children, namely the babies, where getting sick.<br/><br/>" 'Course Abbigail, I'll be along shortly," Ember replied quickly, wanting to help out the terrified girl first before handling ill babies. Leading her charge a little ways more, she strode up to a single storied house of timber and stone and opened the door.<br/><br/>The great room was warm and inviting, if a bit cramped. Leaving the girl to her own devices and mentally praying that she wouldn't touch anything, she made her way to a pantry of sorts where she stored all her tonics, herbs, and heavy gloshes for snow, and rummaged around for something soothing.