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This woman was large, and imposing, scary, but her mannerism spoke of one who was also not as mean as her body might allude to. She wore a coat of myriad scars, all probably told a story of great prowess and perhaps love and intrigue and all the beautiful things, that often danced in Maiken's head. Though she never uttered the stories, for she was meant to be a serious thing, a healer. Know what she was doing.

That is pleasing to here. I have known many that they bothered them their entire lives. She traced gently over the scars again, and then quickly turned her eyes away. Though the next question, had her swaying her tail happily.

I am. Maiken Svartravn is my name, Healer, medic. I have plied my trade for my entire life. As soon as I was able.