Zander let the other two enter the shop first, and followed at a slower pace. He was enjoying the fragrances coming from the few open windows and the light breeze carrying said scents. He took in a deep breath, felt the staff on his back dig gently into tense muscles they were slightly losing that tension. He crossed the threshold of the door and couldn't help but let out a laugh when jar pegged Ethan in the head. He couldn't help but laugh more when the old woman was Amune's height and pointed out the use of Aloe for burns and thats where he stopped laughing slowly and gave the woman a hard look. They others weren't paying him anymind, so he could stare at her and couldn't help but feel like they should get what they needed and begone.

Looking at the few glass jars with herbs and some with liquid with scrawled writing his let the scents waft around him and kept his hands loose at his sides. Slight tinges of green broke off from his magic, seeming searching some of the better herbs and balms. Healing magic was his main drive to find what they needed. Plants didn't exactly blend well but it gave him a bit of a heads up on what would work better with seals and the such. He put his hands on jars, and removed them quickly from some and let his hands linger on others. A few stray plants the woman had out, he stroked as he passed them by absently not really paying much attention to what he was truly searching for.

Deciding to make things a little easier, "Amune, ask the woman for scentless shafts of wood to be used as splints. See if she has anything of use for incense to help stave off bugs that swarm at night. Ethan get up and relax. Enjoy the scents of the workshop, they should deal a better blow to that pounding in your head." He spoke loud enough for them to hear and couldn't help but seem distracted. He always found himself relaxing more with vegetation around him, they didn't clammor at him for his time. Speak of lessons or of failures. Of disappointment or of secret love. They seemed to never twine around him either like they did his nurse-maid when he lived at the temple. Always clinging to her like he use to when he was younger and unsure of himself.

Letting out a faint sigh, and brushing another plant as he pasted it for what seemed like the twentieth,, but was really his second time, he stopped at a jar with King's Cure in it. Wintergreen, and suddenly he could hear his nurse-maid's voice in his head: "Good for the heart, the kidney's and getting food out of ya." He stared at it and walked it to Amune and handed it to her. He went back in search of other herbs when his hand stopped him at Basil. He could smell it though the wax paper keeping the herb fresh and the smell was strong. Most likely she had just picked this. Used for the lungs and sometimes if mixed right into antivenom. It was rare to find so much of it in this little jar. He knew his own Mother had thrown a fit when the trader had none to spare. Shaking the stray thought from his head, he brought this jar forward and thrust it under Ethan's nose.

"It'll help with your headache," he said as he turned on his clogged foot and headed back towards the smells. He wondered if the woman had a garden... She'd have to, but he couldn't see one out of the few windows.


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Geoffrey stood back and watched Nymira work the forge and the doming hammer. He tilted his head and watched amused throughout all of it. He turned to look at Cecil and let a smile slip on his face, "So I know little of you. Zander spoke of the other three but said little about yourself when I went to bed last night. Might I ask a little of yourself?" Yup, he still felt like he was chewing rocks but he didn't want to find out if Nymira would sock him for talking in street slang again. "Always wanted to get to know the people around me, and you may seem strange but ya look like ya gotcha self a good heart for all Zander says ya seemed unsure of yeself." He shrugged and watched Nymira work again but kept Cecil in the corner of his eye. He really did want to get to know the boy, who even in the early hours of the morning, still hadn't slept in a bed but sat on the rooftops without a second thought. He had noticed him when he had climbed into Zander's bed after playing the flute the whole night.