You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "I've come to tend to your wounded" she'd look about the scene with a studied gaze, "My family, they are healers. We travel throughout Aevos seeking out any in need of our services. We tend not to stay in one place long, my kin raised us on the move you see. Comes with a nice set of skills, keeping yourself on the dirt roads between that is. Hunting for meals, gathering herbs for my medicines, keeping one safe from any lurkers."
Taking a seat she unfolds a weathered bound book "I care not who you are, or what you have done. Simply... What is your ailment. Details tend to get messy, it is in the best interests of the Evamir to offer our services with little...requirements. We connect here in a semblance of mutual trust. A vulnerability necessary for the success of your treatment and our work. As the healer of the Evamir kin my specialty will be in treating your wounded and sick. However, my upbringing comes with various skills I can offer as needed of course."
