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11-16-2016, 01:23 AM
For the most part, Mercutio was ignorant of the upheaval the Dragon's Throat had been through in the recent months. What little he had gleaned from Cera, however was enough for concern (more concern than the grullo stallion was entirely comfortable feeling) and even if he himself would deny it he was not one to let others go without assistance where he could provide it. Seeing Cera bloody and battered had been hard to stomach, such a stark contrast to the shining Golden Prince that Mercutio had met in the threshold. Cera had explained the Throat's lack of healers and against the vagabond;s "better" judgement, he had pulled another promise from him, to remain here, at least for the winter. Mercutio was no expert in healing, had no formal training, but he'd been a wild and often reckless traveler for years now: if he hadn't learned how to patch himself up, his body would have been dust to the ages by now. His expansive travels had given him a knowledge of plants that would harm and heal, though he knew few of them by name. It would have been better, he thought, to waste his knowledge, to leave now. This herd would be better off without the likes of him. Bright Cera would be better off without the likes of him-but the Golden Prince had asked and Mercutio had been helpless to refuse. He approached that gathering with and easy stride, if there was tension among their ranks it did not touch the newcomer. "Sultana," the greeting and a small nod were his only concession to formality. "Mercutio is my name, a friend of Cera. He has told me of your lack in healers and I would offer my services. I can make no lifelong commitment, but I've some skills in the healing arts and would lend them t'you a while if I may bide in your lands a time." His bearded face was unsmiling but open and honest as he addressed the grey queen. Amber eyes shifted to the spotty healer that had already spoken and her did smile at her pretty face. "I would be happy to assist in the gathering, miss. Always good to have what's needed on hand." I know myself a hypocrite, a coward, and a fool. |
