Moonspear Precious little cargo

Alaric watched her with healer's eye. She was far along, but she seemed healthy. There was meat on her bones, and she didn't look as if she were sick. He did some quick figuring in his head, based on what Talis had told him recently. A sort of bemused smile lit up his face, when she said medic. There were so many medics in Moonspear, he was beginning to wonder if he should move on.

Well you'll certainly learn more. We boast a rather large healing population. I myself am a healer, bard, storyteller and trader.

He wriggled his nose. Going through the caches in his mind. He would need to seek out some allies and maybe do some hunts, because they were thin on hunters, with so many pregnant mothers or soon to be. Because he'd bet Elentari would be soon.

He nodded. Alright. Welcome to Moonspear. Let's get you to a place to rest and some food and then I or someone else can give you a tour another time.