Hasha could see that Jason still seemed nervous, and an uneasy silence filled the room before she began to speak again.  "My father had a friend when I was a girl," she said.  "An elf and his name was Vinduril. He knew a great deal about herbal lore, cured me of a terrible fever when I was a child of just seven years.  He tried to teach me a few things, but I never seemed to catch on to it.  I learned a few things from books he had but..."  Hashas voice trails off as if she realized she had somehow wandered into territory she didn't want recall. There seemed to be a note of sadness in her expression.