Barrow Fields Nursing the wounds of yesterday.

For a moment he seemed to be tied into his own thoughts but then spoke up. A scout but with little medical knowledge. Just his luck no matter, perhaps if he described what they looked like he could help him find it.

He waited for him to finish. “I’m looking for Celandine and Chervile root. If I could describe them would you possibly be able to help me. These wounds are getting worse by the day.”