The Sentinels a friend in need is a friend indeed, a friend with weed is better

Vlad didn't know the first thing about herbs or what to do with them, but Rosalyn's situation was desperate. Vlad was perceptive enough to know that a father would not allow his daughter to go without an escort, and unless one was waiting in the wings, he could not afford the wait. "Frend hev not so menny time," the saltwolf uttered, and appeared to be thinking hard about his options. Wait for Eilidh, or play medicine man? "Beeg Wurd cen.. showing Vlad how do herb? Ees.. ees gud to make beth to Rose-ar-leen een salty vater?" An unusual sadness was taking hold of Vlad, tightening its grip as the seconds ticked by. He knew very well that Rosalyn's chances were slim, but.. it made him feel rather more sad than the slow death of any previous companions.