Sunbeam Lair green light

a shaman. interesting. he'd heard of shamans, of course, but his people were not so keen to discuss 'outsider' occupations. Baelfire had been bred for pointless wars, as was all his people serving under Lolth. he had chosen to get away, to serve a life of peace instead. "which fae affiliation?" the Seelie or the Unseelie... were a lot like his people and the lighter surface dwelling folk. the 'fair folk' they were called, compared to his 'dark folk'. both sides of the same coin. he didn't care which one was chosen to be taught. both had their flaws and strengths.

botany was what they called it here? he'd shift his head to look at the flower Sheigrim was viewing. "I am a herbalist, yes" though these northern foliages were a bit foreign to him. he did not deal in poisons, for that was a dirty trick to use. he wanted to leave that in the past. "don't shamans deal with the spiritual realm?" so why focus on plants if not to induce a trance? Sheigrim would be better-suited dabbling in hallucinatory plants.