Redsand Canyon House of Hades

She watched, as if amused by all the talk going on. But in truth, that was just her regular face. Veritas was actually listening rather closely, taking in what she could (which was most of it). And then came the dreaded question, the one she hated to answer (though Veritas didn't let it show on her face in the least). You're a herbalist, aren't you. It was simple, short like a statement and not a question. 

Why does everyone assume I'm a herbalist? Does every wolf in this damnable land have to specialise in something? I refuse to accept the possibility. Outwardly, however, Veritas smiled and waved (figuratively), choosing to humour the Moonlit Hills girl. "I am not a herbalist, my dear. I am a healer. I heal." As if she was taking a moment to reconsider her words, Veritas paused and put a thoughtful look upon her features. 

"I suppose not, because I also poison..." The end of the sentence trailed off in silence, the female looking like she was in deep thought. Then, like she had remembered what she wanted to say, sat down and queried with a, "pray tell, what are these 'Trades' people are so prone to speak of? I come from lands far away and have never heard of the term."

Bis, vrosaqar. It will be good to learn something new