In Need Of A Hand for Herbalism

[salamanderfantasy 1340]

[!] A note is tacked to the Bramblebury Message Board.

 

From Sorrel Peregrin, penned by Filibert Applefoot on her behalf.

 

Given the fact that Filibert is writing this for me, two things should be clear right about now: One, I'm in a particularly busted up state, and two, I intend to do something about that.

 

But unfortunately, it doesn't look like I'll be up to the task anytime soon. So I'm putting out a sort of call to arms for any wee folk with an afternoon to spend and moderately good vision.

 

I intended to be out in the forests, making the most of what Knox has given us and whipping up some medicinal salves and the sorts from it. And as luck would have me, the injuries I've recently sustained have put me both in dire need of this, and completely unable to do anything about it.

 

So! I've resorted to putting up this notice. I'm going to spend an afternoon in the forest scrounging up what I can, and an evening mixing up some salves. Whoever can put aside a day of getting blind drunk to come along gets to hear the grand tale about why I'm in this state while they help me with the physical part of the job. It'll go to stocking up the medicine burrow as well, and if seeing a few wee folk in slightly less unbearable pain sweetens the deal then Bob's your uncle. There'll also be booze afterwards so calm your horses.

 

"When the **** is this then?" It'll be whenever the **** I decide it is. Whenever I feel like wandering off into the forest like always. I'll shout about it before I head off though so keep an ear out.

 

OOC: Friday 13th May. A treasure hunt type event based on foraging, then some crafting/drinking roleplay afterwards. Meet in the town centre at 10:00PM GMT / 05:00PM EST and I'll explain how it goes down. We'll wait ten minutes before leaving but because it'll be centred in the village people can show up anytime.

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

"Hrm.... t'is sor'a speakin' style beh 'ard ter replica'e 'n writin', bu' oi dink oi've done me best!" says Filibert Applefoot with a smile, putting up the notice on the noticeboard.

"All halflings o' Bramblebury will do well ter read this!"

[CopOwl 1707]

The halfling Asphodel reads the missive, a sad, sympathetic smile crossing her usually cheerful face. She gasps, "Oh no poor Ms. Sorrel! She appears to have gotten 'erself injured some'how. Poor thing." She remarks, sparing a couple moments in thoughtful sympathy for the woman before she returns to her burrow to continue writing out library books or sitting by the fire.

 

Similarly, in passing through the village to attend to matters and her duties on The Spicy Shrimp, Squire Lynette Stewart reads the poster. She frowns sourly a bit. "Mmm... It was nasty on the ship. I'm better healed so I'd better show up to help Sorrel get her herbs. I owe her my life, after all. Bit impolite to not help after that, really." She muses, moving on through the village and to the docks.

[Orm_Proudfoot 61]

Slowly passing through the village center on his way back to the inn, Oren notices a new flyer on the notice board. A chance to meet more of the halflings of this village. He pondered over that as he continued on his way.