Aoren gave a resolute nod. As he had suspected he was not a powerful enough Healer to mend the ailment that was slowly eating away at Ricky. That did not dishearten him however. If anything it spurred him into thinking of ways that the man might be further aided. There were perhaps remedies through Philtering that he might be able to produce but those took time and resources. He might have been able to help Ricky were they in Syliras and he still had the convenience of Mistress Blackleaf’s lab but he possessed no such resources in Zeltiva. Resting a hand upon Isikai’s head he rubbed at the tufts of the dog’s ear thinking quietly.
The emotional reaction of the blonde haired man, Gale, didn’t surprise him. How was he supposed to react? He obviously held a very deep connection with Ricky on a level that Aoren could sympathize with. He had been devastated when he’d learned that Ileera was gone. The red haired Svefra girl who had become his family had punched a hole in his heart with her absence. With those thoughts he felt slightly guilty. It had been some time since he had turned his thoughts to her. He imagined that as time passed he would not think of her quite as often with such pain in his heart. If he could spare this small group of friends and family the pain that he was very familiar with though, maybe that would make up for it in some way. Then it struck him.
Syliras.
“All is not lost, friend.” Aoren’s face took on a contemplative expression. He was thinking deeply. He might not have possessed the power to relieve Ricky of his illness but he certainly knew someone who might.
“I am not from Zeltiva. I hail from Syliras to the Northwest of this city. I may not be able to cure you but the hope for finding a cure for your illness may lie there.” The more Aoren thought about it, the more certain of it he was. He gave a firm nod. His words were loud enough for all those gathered to hear though whether or not that would stop Gale from storming off he did not know. He hoped that what he could offer them provided some measure of comfort, however small.
“Lady Sil’ria. The stories of her gifts are quite legendary in the city of Syliras. She is a known Priestess of Rak’keli and a powerful healer. I often worked with her during my time as an apprentice to the apothecary of Syliras. If anyone exists who might be able to help you, Ricky, it’s her.” In fact Aoren was almost certain of it. He had never personally seen Sil’ria heal someone but he had worked with her in the apothecary shop before he was capable of infusing Healing magic into philters by himself. She and Mistress Blackleaf worked closely to help keep the citizens of the Fortress City of Peace in good health.
“You may want to ask around the city in search of merchants in the employ of one Leo Valini. He is a powerful and wealthy trader from Syliras. I traveled here with one of his caravans. If you move quickly you may just be able to accompany them back to the city.” He gave Ricky and his wife a humble smile nodding. He knew that they could find the help that they needed there. So long as they moved with haste and reached the gates of the city in time the Knights would assist them in reaching Sil'ria if they explained the circumstance of their arrival.
The emotional reaction of the blonde haired man, Gale, didn’t surprise him. How was he supposed to react? He obviously held a very deep connection with Ricky on a level that Aoren could sympathize with. He had been devastated when he’d learned that Ileera was gone. The red haired Svefra girl who had become his family had punched a hole in his heart with her absence. With those thoughts he felt slightly guilty. It had been some time since he had turned his thoughts to her. He imagined that as time passed he would not think of her quite as often with such pain in his heart. If he could spare this small group of friends and family the pain that he was very familiar with though, maybe that would make up for it in some way. Then it struck him.
Syliras.
“All is not lost, friend.” Aoren’s face took on a contemplative expression. He was thinking deeply. He might not have possessed the power to relieve Ricky of his illness but he certainly knew someone who might.
“I am not from Zeltiva. I hail from Syliras to the Northwest of this city. I may not be able to cure you but the hope for finding a cure for your illness may lie there.” The more Aoren thought about it, the more certain of it he was. He gave a firm nod. His words were loud enough for all those gathered to hear though whether or not that would stop Gale from storming off he did not know. He hoped that what he could offer them provided some measure of comfort, however small.
“Lady Sil’ria. The stories of her gifts are quite legendary in the city of Syliras. She is a known Priestess of Rak’keli and a powerful healer. I often worked with her during my time as an apprentice to the apothecary of Syliras. If anyone exists who might be able to help you, Ricky, it’s her.” In fact Aoren was almost certain of it. He had never personally seen Sil’ria heal someone but he had worked with her in the apothecary shop before he was capable of infusing Healing magic into philters by himself. She and Mistress Blackleaf worked closely to help keep the citizens of the Fortress City of Peace in good health.
“You may want to ask around the city in search of merchants in the employ of one Leo Valini. He is a powerful and wealthy trader from Syliras. I traveled here with one of his caravans. If you move quickly you may just be able to accompany them back to the city.” He gave Ricky and his wife a humble smile nodding. He knew that they could find the help that they needed there. So long as they moved with haste and reached the gates of the city in time the Knights would assist them in reaching Sil'ria if they explained the circumstance of their arrival.