Wanderer's Respite.[Sama'el]

[Denen Sunsinger]

Denen flashed them a smile as they returned, though he was shy still around the stranger. Denen's curiosity got the better of that part of him, and he knelt a moment to see what he could get of zibri meat from their storage. "Goats? Oh, that would be wonderful! We can use them to pack, too!" His hands moved eagerly, and his grin spoke bounds of his excitement at the idea. Upon happening to glance up, however, he saw Sam's lips and nodded. He rose, dusted himself off, and motioned to the food. "Meat?" He signed. "We can spare a little for company, no?" He fetched his concoction and his bandages, and returned to Matthial. His smile was, then, meeker than before, if a little fearful. The salve would help numb and ease the pain the wounds would deliver. He began to gently pat it over the injuries, before binding them up.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

Sam smiled and nodded, pulling some zibri jerky out of their stores and tucking it into the bubbling pot. It would make the vegetables and broth heartier, more flavorful for the salt and the spices dried into it. He took another pot and filled it with water from their barrel, setting it on the fire to boil for tea. Smiling with his lower lip caught between his teeth, he reached out toward the fire, whispering a prayer to Syna and Ivak, until a thin mist whorled around his hand and into the fire, shaping the structure of its heat to better suit cooking. It was probably too fanciful a purpose to put the elemental mysteries to, but he needed to practice and this was less likely to cause brushfires than target practice. He didn't estimate the night would last too long. After his bath, Denen's work on his wounds, and a belly full of food, Matthial would probably pass out quickly, and then Sam and Denen would chat into the night and retire for Nysel's domain themselves.

[Denen Sunsinger]

The injuries were treated, having been numbed and bandaged. He would check and change them in the morning, so that Matthial might be better able to heal. He offered Matthial a reassuring smile, and then stood up, dusting off his hands and looking to Sam. "Could you tell him that I'll check them again tomorrow? If they hurt at all, he can tell me, and I'll have to give him something stronger. Or something to help him sleep. I make a decent tea."

[Matthial]

The man in question looked about, obviously confused as to what was going on in the exchange between the two, but he said nothing. Instead the man leaned back and surveyed his surroundings while stretching his legs just a bit. As he did so, he noted both men and their stances, and the way they held themselves. He wasn't entirely sure he was getting the 'full' picture here. What he DID notice, was Sam's strange display. Sure, Matthial had heard of the various magics, but he had little to no firsthand knowledge of the mystical arts. He assumed the man was using some form of .. ah.. reimancy? Stroking at his goatee, Matthial tried to piece together the bits and pieces of learning he'd recieved. He could only assume that Sam was making... res? Was that what it was called? He wasn't certain. Then he leaned back, and studied Denen's smile, before returning one of his own. Then, without a word, his head dropped to his chest, and he fell asleep.

[Lariat]

Sama'el

Experience:

Acrobatics: 1 xp
Socializing: 3 xp
Cooking: 1 xp
Leather working: 1 xp
Reimancy: 1 xp
Rhetoric: 2 xp

Lores:

Lending a healing hand
Bring in work for Denen
Convincing a man to stay for his own good

Denen Brokensong

Experience:

Herbalism: 3 xp
Medecine: 3 xp
Socialization: 2 xp
Cooking: 1 xp
Rhetoric: 1 xp

Lores:

Practicing your talent
Keeping Cordial
Tension of strangers

Matthial

Experience:

Socialization: 5 xp
Rhetoric: 2 xp

Lores:

Keeping mellow in helping company
Finding your health
Enjoying a smoke while relaxation in water
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