<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gzkeEiS.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Medb Mag Uidhir (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2044223)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Docks<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>A loose fitting dark cloth dress, some foliage, a pair of heavy work boots and a backpack full of books and equipment<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Spells - Two of four 1st level slots used<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Danae, Corinne, Aloisa<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The black-haired woman nodded at Faelyn's words, "There is most definitely something amiss. The wolves here for one thing are increasingly agitated, seemingly... it's hard to describe. The best would be that they appear to be actively searching for something. For another," she nodded to Michelle, "the number of gulls here have swollen for an unknown reason, and more malicious than even their odious species is known to be. Perhaps this is something you might be keen to investigate if you're an ornithologist?" The woman seemed shook, and the strange behaviour of birds might be the elixir needed to soothe her mind, "And fear not for being punished, I would think Ezra may be more responsible for your survival in the mists and your continued wellness than perpetrating an act of spite."<br/><br/>Handing some coin to the traders from the Mercy, most of what little she had since they seemed ill suited to barter at the moment and she required medicinal supplies at that moment should Danae be found to have anaemia from her wounds and faint suddenly considering the berries and magic probably couldn't restore lost blood (something she would need to test in the future), she gathered what was needed for a rudimentary kit and turned back to the group,<br/>"I hope we will have much to talk about then, as fellow scholars," she spoke addressing the blue-robed Corinne before reacting to her patient's questions, "In terms of trade, you're smack-dab in the middle of it. The only trade this island seems to get is from the Mercy when it docks, I always find myself in a rush to get here at its scheduled arrivals for just a little... this and that," she said, eyeing the sought-after paper. "And I'm not saying this to be rude as you don't seem the type to normally do so, but if you don't mind scavenging for thrown-out rags then the dump on the other side of the island whence the asylum tosses its unwanted goods would be the only other source of clothing, ah, that being the patient's smocks, unless you wish to hunt down a beast and skin it for its pelt. Though I wouldn't recommend it. In terms of shelter, the only two places I know of are the asylum and my own camp. It's... honestly not the biggest or best. I pine for a yurt but need to make do with a teepee. It turns out yurts are<em>difficult</em>, especially getting and shaping the wood properly. You're welcome to use it for some rest out of the elements, but it may be a tight squeeze for everyone present. However should I  take up Ms Margaret's kind offer," she smiled, "it would be no time at all until we get something set up to accommodate."