RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
Ray was more than willing to donate part of her stock to this endeavor. When she heard that efforts were being made to create safehouses for the citizens to flee to if the war took a turn for the worse, she started packaging up supplies. Bandages, basic medicine for colds, fevers, infections, and allergies were packaged. They were placed alongside wound treatment ointments, stitching material, and even calming teas. Anything and everything that a safehouse might need, Ray strove to provide it.
Thus, the herbalist arrives at the meeting point pulling a horse-drawn wagon. Ray isn't weak, but she's not capable of holding or carrying all of this on her own. "I've got the medical supplies here." She glances at the wagon with a hint of uncertainty, "I think I've brought enough of everything they might need?"
Ray arrives with a horse-drawn wagon filled with every kind of medical supply she thinks the people might need. (Colds, wounds, infection, stress, you name it. She brought something for it. And lots of it.)
Thus, the herbalist arrives at the meeting point pulling a horse-drawn wagon. Ray isn't weak, but she's not capable of holding or carrying all of this on her own. "I've got the medical supplies here." She glances at the wagon with a hint of uncertainty, "I think I've brought enough of everything they might need?"
Ray arrives with a horse-drawn wagon filled with every kind of medical supply she thinks the people might need. (Colds, wounds, infection, stress, you name it. She brought something for it. And lots of it.)
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
