Mildmay entered the clinic almost silently, not 'cause he was trying to be stealthy. Just silent was how he moved, unless he was trying to make noise. Or it had been. His cane, Jashuki tapped faintly at each step. Noticing the guy with all the books was habit too, taking in everything he could about a room when stepped into it.
The guy – newer than most, and Mildmay couldn't pin down when exactly he'd first seen him around – could probably be forgiven for thinking the man limping into the clinic was there for healing, but Mildmay headed for the supply cabinet instead.
"You some kinda nature-witch or something?" he asked, careful to make his words clear as he could around the knife scar running along the side of his face. There were healers here who didn't have no magic, and ones that did. Kinda like at St. Cecily's. Or some of the physician-practitioners in Bernatha. But with so many books, Mildmay couldn't help but think hocus.
Mildmay & Loki
The guy – newer than most, and Mildmay couldn't pin down when exactly he'd first seen him around – could probably be forgiven for thinking the man limping into the clinic was there for healing, but Mildmay headed for the supply cabinet instead.
"You some kinda nature-witch or something?" he asked, careful to make his words clear as he could around the knife scar running along the side of his face. There were healers here who didn't have no magic, and ones that did. Kinda like at St. Cecily's. Or some of the physician-practitioners in Bernatha. But with so many books, Mildmay couldn't help but think hocus.