Word in the barracks was that a young Loreseeker had had a rough time of it, when Jigano came to offer his services as Healer and training partner a few days later. 'Gutsy,' they’d called the youngster, but… not very good. With everything else that had been going on, Jigano had been too busy to check up on Quanil lately, and that scuttlebutt had left him wincing with guilt. Afterwards, he’d quickly gone to find the new guildmember and make them an offer.
A bit of training, real training, to help prepare the youngest Seeker for the dangers that awaited in the world.
So it was that the Provost awaited their student at the appointed time and place, within the relative peace and safety of the Glade at the edge of the Oasis. Isuma was nearby hunting flinthoppers, though out of sight at the moment, and the guildmaster himself sat upon a large glowstone beside the calm waters, journal in hand and making notes while he waited for his pupil to appear.
A bit of training, real training, to help prepare the youngest Seeker for the dangers that awaited in the world.
So it was that the Provost awaited their student at the appointed time and place, within the relative peace and safety of the Glade at the edge of the Oasis. Isuma was nearby hunting flinthoppers, though out of sight at the moment, and the guildmaster himself sat upon a large glowstone beside the calm waters, journal in hand and making notes while he waited for his pupil to appear.
