“Probably doesn’t grow here, but… well, it’s got yellow flowers, and the leaves are a spotted green. They sprout in rings of five from the stem, which is red…” she puffed her cheeks, eyes wandering skyward as she raked her memory for salient details. “It smells like fresh rains and its sap is the colour of dry human blood.”
“What do you use to clean wounds?” It was a different world in the savannah; different beasts, different herbs. Orcs were a hardy people, but blood-rot could end even the mightiest warrior if it wasn’t caught and treated early.
His incredulous realisation brought a bout of bright laughter out of Scabhair. It bubbled up from her chest and left her feeling lighter for the tension that had gathered in her shoulders and neck whilst they were in Elbion.
The road and its honest companionship – this was her true home.
“Barefoot’s all the same in the flatlands,” she said at length. “We can pick up a new pair in Bhathairk after we cross. No crazed mages there to chase us out.”
“What do you use to clean wounds?” It was a different world in the savannah; different beasts, different herbs. Orcs were a hardy people, but blood-rot could end even the mightiest warrior if it wasn’t caught and treated early.
His incredulous realisation brought a bout of bright laughter out of Scabhair. It bubbled up from her chest and left her feeling lighter for the tension that had gathered in her shoulders and neck whilst they were in Elbion.
The road and its honest companionship – this was her true home.
“Barefoot’s all the same in the flatlands,” she said at length. “We can pick up a new pair in Bhathairk after we cross. No crazed mages there to chase us out.”