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09-07-2012, 02:34 PM
Ah, another healer. The thought brought a smile to his lips. Too many came asking for powers of destruction and selfishness. Healing was the epitome of selflessness and virtue. The god observed the large mare with his deep, emerald eyes and hummed thoughtfully, wondering about what to task a healer with.
"In the Spectral Marsh is a certain type of mud. This mud can provide a healing case for most cuts and bruises, but it can only be found in the southern most part near where the fresh swamp turns into ocean. He told her in a deep, rumbling voice. "Collect some of that mud and bring it to me. Then, I will be able to grant you what you wish."
