Lion Head Mesa [mp] prada

Hope ya don't mind :>

Hello? Mister Hem? That's right, right? the voice not of a servant, but of a deer-pelted Sesh answered him, and tentatively entered the room. Could he even fit in here? Who was the Hem that he had followed, saw and got concerned over? 

Was he okay? He'd brought a small bundle of herbs that he was half-sure could do something. Haizel had spent much of his time making sure he knew what all of the plants he loved dearly could do.

I hate to burst in, but you looked ill, so I came to see if you were okay...