John, seeing the nerves that Blazil had, gave her a smile and nodded before leaving her to TamLin’s care. TamLin didn’t seem to be offset by Blazil’s lack of experience with stew. “Then you are in for a treat. It is a mess of vegetables and meat in a big pot and serves the purpose of filling stomachs more than it does exciting the taste buds. Do not feel that you have to like it. I will give you a little and if it’s not for you you don’t have to eat it. The only other thing we have to offer you is a bit of bread with some honey on it, though, and you’ll have to fight to keep the children away from that.” She quickly found a clean bowl near the pot, put a spoonful of stew into it and handed it and a spoon to Blazil.<br/><br/>Marcus returned with a bag in his hand and held it to John. The old man dug through it, pulling out various bottles, some of oddly colored goo and others of pieces of plants. He also pulled out a bowl and got to work actively mashing up and mixing several of the parts, muttering over the contents as he went. Marcus stood off to the side and waited while the man worked, careful not to look over at Blazil more than a few glances. Once John finished his mixing, he spread the paste over his forearms, muttering what sounded like a prayer-chant at the same time.<br/><br/>((Hahaha. My bad. I should have kept him there. But John needed things for healing.)))