<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><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>The Group<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Regarding her patient, Medb clicked her tongue a little, "A little natural science can go a long way," she explained, "the right mixture can turn a normally toxic plant like the mistletoe into a remedy to drive out infections from wounds. I was clasically trained in an institute of learning in Lamordia," she paused to put away her tools before running her fingers through her long, dark hair, "It's wonderful what a naturalist can learn of healing from being elbow-deep in the bodies of fauna to experience first hand how the body works. Chirurgeon doesn't particularly fit, no. I don't look like one because I'm currently in the field, away from equipment. It wouldn't fit if I was... Vivisectionist would be more appropriate, I think."<br/><br/>Medb hefted her backpack filled with belongings up, regarding the procession of coffins filled with the living being taken from the ship as she secured the weight onto her shoulders, "Though that's just the practical. If you ask me of the Art then... hmm. I could say it is a gift imparted by Ezra in the form of nature's bounty if it sates your curiosity?" Her hands now free she began playing with her black hair again, just the tips of a few longer locks brought up to her face, eyes locked to Danae's now that the living corpses had made their way past, "Though it would simply be unfavourable to lie to you and potentially face retribution at a later time, so I choose to omit that particular scrap of knowledge for now... Though I would so adore talking about the scientific method behind your reasearch on the mists," she addressed Corinne as she went to dress, "regardless of the stage it's at. It's always a pleasure to meet a logical mind."<br/><br/>Her eyes turned to Faelyn now, quickly followed by her face as she turned to regard the elf - "Wolves you say? I've noted their oddities myself. When you say harrying a wagon did it appear as though they were searching for something? The way they paw at the ground and seem to send scouting parties, it's odd, don't you think? Not quite the behaviour one would expect from a wolf."