Moonspear thanks, bathtub barracuda

Since arriving at Moonspear, Aesop had been careful not to make waves. Sure, he wasn't unwelcome, otherwise Charon would have just chased him off. But he felt like he was in a precarious position, and so he had spent his days keeping out from underfoot. That couldn't last forever, and he was getting antsy from the lack of conversation. 

This day he had decided to devote his time to creating a healing den. The skies had opened up early in the morning, and still rain came down upon the mountainside. If he needed to, digging would be easy, the soil loosened and muddied by the rain. He wouldn't be able to gather plants, not yet, but he could at least lay down the groundwork for some proper medical care.