Day 76th of Spring, AV 511 |
Maliken had been in town a few days, already managed to score a home, that Captain Astrid seemed a fairly accepting person to a possible new civilian in town. In fact, the captain even told Maliken of a small clinic owned by a man named Jarret. The Isur had no idea really what to expect, except that he was probably your typical doctor with medicine and bandages. Maliken herself was a Poison Crafter. At first glance, it might seem strange that someone that works with poisons would look for work for someone most likely to cure a patient from such a thing, but the truth was that creating poisons was the best way to know how to fight poisons. It had plenty of medicinal uses, and that was going to be her argument. Back in Sultros she worked for a doctor doing precisely the same thing, except out here where you could see the sky by looking out your window, the opportunities to learn and the herbs you were exposed to were so much greater, rather than moss, lichen, and shady mushrooms, that she felt like she would need years to find new recipes. Maliken rapped lightly on Jarret's Clinic door as she waited for an answer. Her small, convenient Crafting Kit was neatly put away and worn across her pack like some common pack. It was the easiest way to carry such a thing when you were short and short-handed. "I heard I could find work here, is anybody here?" |
