Isla
Not having been present for the initial stand-off in the Feverlands, but seeing the notice and wanting to help, Isla finds herself setting off for the swamp at the designated time. It's been a long time since she's been to the Hanging Tree, and the Remedy isn't sure whether or not to be pleased to see it still as eerie as ever (and not for void reasons). Spying a couple of other people up ahead, she picks up her pace until Lena and Zavien come properly into view.
"Hello," she calls out, shifting her satchel on her shoulder, hopping across a few tumps of moss and grass before she can properly stand with the little group. "This is to investigate the Feverlands? I'm Isla." She smiles between them. "I'm a doctor back in Torchline. I brought medical supplies, in case anything should happen."
Isla arrives, bringing a satchel containing bandages, antiseptic, a few poultices and tonics and some pain medicine. She's also got a few vials and containers and a notebook, in case there's anything of interest to jot down or sample!
"Hello," she calls out, shifting her satchel on her shoulder, hopping across a few tumps of moss and grass before she can properly stand with the little group. "This is to investigate the Feverlands? I'm Isla." She smiles between them. "I'm a doctor back in Torchline. I brought medical supplies, in case anything should happen."
Isla arrives, bringing a satchel containing bandages, antiseptic, a few poultices and tonics and some pain medicine. She's also got a few vials and containers and a notebook, in case there's anything of interest to jot down or sample!
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
