Welp, here's hoping this peaceful moment last. Don't expect it to.
Belril couldn't help but feel like he had already screwed up by just greeting the acting Warden, causing him to gulp. "I am Belril, sir. I was asked to come and help out in this, maybe see about learning how to heal away any alcohol-induced headaches as well as improving other potential beneficial skills." He wasn't going to tell Deimos here, however, that such asking was not quite 'asking' as it was 'demanding', though. As much as he wanted to correct the warden that he didn't need a babysitter, he felt that doing such would likely make the guy even more sour at him for being there.
He backed up after a small bow before he turned back towards Aisha, who greeted him positively. Honestly, after what just happened, it was appreciated. "Doing fine, managed to get someone to help take care of my crops back at the Hollowed Grounds during Deepfrost, so I can be safe here...well, at least safer here in comparison."
Taking a deep breath, he grabbed some of the sewing supplies before looking over the dummy. The thought that learning how to stitch together one's own clothes instead of relying on others...as well as using such tactics on people to better ensure proper healing would be a good thing to know. Magic shouldn't be the answer to everything, it instead should be an aid to finding those answers. Thinking back to all the times he's seen the lady at the orphanage stitching something, even wounds before using magic to only slightly hasten the process of healing, he began to try to use those same tactics himself.
And if he pricked himself? Welp, he can at least stop himself from bleeding immediately.
Belril begins to get to some stitchery after recalling to the best of his ability his former caretaker did things...also, something I need to note and will add to the bottom of the past post now.
He backed up after a small bow before he turned back towards Aisha, who greeted him positively. Honestly, after what just happened, it was appreciated. "Doing fine, managed to get someone to help take care of my crops back at the Hollowed Grounds during Deepfrost, so I can be safe here...well, at least safer here in comparison."
Taking a deep breath, he grabbed some of the sewing supplies before looking over the dummy. The thought that learning how to stitch together one's own clothes instead of relying on others...as well as using such tactics on people to better ensure proper healing would be a good thing to know. Magic shouldn't be the answer to everything, it instead should be an aid to finding those answers. Thinking back to all the times he's seen the lady at the orphanage stitching something, even wounds before using magic to only slightly hasten the process of healing, he began to try to use those same tactics himself.
And if he pricked himself? Welp, he can at least stop himself from bleeding immediately.
Belril begins to get to some stitchery after recalling to the best of his ability his former caretaker did things...also, something I need to note and will add to the bottom of the past post now.
Quote:Hollowed Grounds Citizenship: The world is new to you, and you to it. During PQ/PQ+/KQs/Drops, you roll with advantage on luck-based rolls and receive an extra name during drops. (In order to use this, make sure to note the ability at the bottom of each post)
BELRIL
