<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>Medb's campsite<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><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Medb was unsure what to think about the interactions the newcomers had with the crew of<em>The Mercy</em>, apart from seemingly Zoe and the ship's Doctor their relationship seemed quite strained, a likely cause of Danae's injuries. She had never really favoured the science of Anthropology or the study of human behaviour as opposed to what made the body work so as long as they left the docks in a relatively healthy state and could venture away from those caskets.<br/><br/>The journey up the hill was well-trodden for the black-haired druid, to the point she barely noticed how she knew where holes to rabbit warrens where someone from off-island may put their foot and find themselves tumbling.<br/>"Any of those who wish my tent for the eve are welcome to it in the short term," she stated, "I don't have many qualms with sleeping under the stars for a night or two - though any longer and I'll have to either start charging rent or serve eviction papers," she concluded with a sly grin.