Panacea
There were many things in the world that bothered Panacea, one of them being a lack of situational awareness. Having grown up with a woman whose job it was to patch up those fell victim to lack of situational awareness, and a man who made a profession of entertaining and comforting, often with tricks, Panacea usually has an eye on everything. So when a group of rambunctious children cause her to almost lose a months worth of work and enough money to pay her next bar bill, plus some, she is more than irked.
"I am fine, thank you. If i had lost any of my remedies, those children would have learned the importance of being mindful." Panacea glares in the direction that they ran off to. She looks back at the woman in front of her. Dressed in a green dress, and with books in hand, the woman looks at her with kind eyes. Panacea also spots the stack of books in her arms.
"I love to read. Though I find I do not always have the time to do so.". Panacea raises her hand to her eyes, and looks towards the sun to gauge the time. Some plants did better when harvested at different times of day, and she had to time her departure. She also needed to find that damn hat seller, this sun was becoming too much. She glances back at the woman, and decides she has some extra time between dropping off a few treatments, harassing the hat seller, and visiting the Shrine of Mort. "I am Panacea, by the way. I am a healer. Since I did not lose my goods, is there anything I can help you with today? It is the least I can do for nearly knocking you over."
"I am fine, thank you. If i had lost any of my remedies, those children would have learned the importance of being mindful." Panacea glares in the direction that they ran off to. She looks back at the woman in front of her. Dressed in a green dress, and with books in hand, the woman looks at her with kind eyes. Panacea also spots the stack of books in her arms.
"I love to read. Though I find I do not always have the time to do so.". Panacea raises her hand to her eyes, and looks towards the sun to gauge the time. Some plants did better when harvested at different times of day, and she had to time her departure. She also needed to find that damn hat seller, this sun was becoming too much. She glances back at the woman, and decides she has some extra time between dropping off a few treatments, harassing the hat seller, and visiting the Shrine of Mort. "I am Panacea, by the way. I am a healer. Since I did not lose my goods, is there anything I can help you with today? It is the least I can do for nearly knocking you over."
// He who has health, has hope. He who has hope, has everything. //
// Take a breath and let the rest come easy //
// Take a breath and let the rest come easy //
