Vaeri wandered out of the forest, her cloak a bit wet from the dew and covered with a few stray leaves and looked around her to find herself at a random spot outside of a town she didn't recognize, but knew to be her destination. Despite the fact that there were perfectly usable roads for her to travel through, the elf found it more comfortable to travel through the brush. It reminded her of home. She also had been traveling under the cover of night. It was easier for her to see others in the dark than vice versa, and alone in the forest it would be difficult to follow her, so it tended to be safer for Vaeri travelling this way than how most people did.

Vaeri stifled a yawn as she stumbled her way through the town. Unfortunately, her method of travel dictated ruining her sleep schedule in comparison to how the rest of civilization functioned. Any time she would enter some sort of settlement she would have to readjust her habits so she could conduct her business.

A few weeks ago while helping out a nearby farming village secure some wolfsbane they needed for medicinal supplies, Vaeri had found one of the notices sent out about the cinder sickness epidemic lying on the road in a puddle of mud. And after reading about sick children needing her help, she couldn't not go to aid this noble cause. It was a week's worth of travelling, but Vaeri had made it. She pulled her cloak close to her body and walked into the Apothecary.