Wheeling Gull Isle xvii. a girl with ache in her eyes and plucked skin

He had been thinking about his guild. He was a medic at heart, a worker of herbs and fixer of ailments. However, now was a time he had to change or at least find a profession alongside. Fighting wasn't his call, but being a guardian sounded well enough. If it didn't involve chasing away intruders. He'd rather fix the wounds of warriors and the likes rather than fight alongside or against them.

"Curative, for sure." He was that certain about something.  He could always change, he knew that. Rhælla would support what he wanted to do for sure. 
"I was looking for another trade alongside caregiver. Any ideas?" He was sure she had an idea for what she wanted.