Dreamwalker85
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"You like gathering things. An herbalist is nothing to scoff at," Cyrrl thought having someone with a knowledge of herbs would have been useful. Ingredients that could have been used for food, healing salves, and a plethora of other things. Alluria had a knack for it too so to him it just made sense to have an herb room.
"I'm sure at our rate of screwing it'll only take decades," he teased the woman. "As long as you're happy I don't care what you do. Well, I mean you can't be a prostitute, but if you want to be an herbalist be an herbalist. If you want to be a minstrel, be a minstrel. I'll do nothing, but support you," his words were serious.
Cyrrl looked to see how close they were from this campsite. He was curious to see the place Alluria had picked out. Where she picked would have given him an insight as to what she thought was a good campsite.
"I'm sure at our rate of screwing it'll only take decades," he teased the woman. "As long as you're happy I don't care what you do. Well, I mean you can't be a prostitute, but if you want to be an herbalist be an herbalist. If you want to be a minstrel, be a minstrel. I'll do nothing, but support you," his words were serious.
Cyrrl looked to see how close they were from this campsite. He was curious to see the place Alluria had picked out. Where she picked would have given him an insight as to what she thought was a good campsite.