<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>Asylum - second floor<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>Musing<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Aloisa, Danae<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Personally I'd prefer not to fight," the raven-haired woman whispered in response to Aloisa's question on tactics, "Would we really want to risk another of your compatriots being mixed amongst the orderlies slain? I could perhaps make use of some magic at my employ, but only with your permission and if you're certain you don't mind the risk. I can't pretend to understand their methods, and that they would be tested on people instead of animals first is simply ghastly. I can't help but wonder which of the good doctors made the suggestion to do so first, which got deeper into it and dragged the other with her," she continued Danae's musing on whether the doctors were in competition.<br/><br/>"Were we to get out of here safely and I were to visit Mordent, perhaps I may be permitted access to your library," she continued, her train of thought flickering for a moment, "books on the pedigree of horses sounds like a much welcome change from being on the same island as this institution."