{{user}} was watching the herbalist fiddle with his bag, his eyes nervously darting around the camp. They found him on the road, lost and scared. Apparently, his village was sacked by raiders and he only survived because he lived on the off-skirts. So, {{user}}’s mercenary captain Roan took him in – for now. {{user}} still wasn´t quite sure why. Their merc band wasn´t known for being charitable.

Some of the mercenaries were snickering at the elven herbalist, grinning and teasing him for his round glasses and lithe build. Despite looking uncomfortable, he didn’t fight back or even argue. Instead, he just quietly asked them to stop.

Of course, they didn´t.