REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

It waz no secret that the Halls of Hiraeth did not yet have any sort of official medic. The cleric positions remained woefully empty, and had been every since the group had reformed months ago, and did Vinny feel good about it? Of course not. It seemed as though those who lived within the Halls were a group of extremely accident prone individuals, and injuries were far from the rare occurrence that they were supposed to be. Whether it be Aslisk getting burned, him falling and nearly breaking something, or Roman getting his leg latched onto by an angry snake, it seemed as though they were constantly just drifting through life from one injury at a time to the next. And seeing as how Vin had no desire to forcibly shove Roman into the role of cleric – especially since he was one of the injured listed before – that meant that somebody else needed to learn some medical shit. Perhaps Vox would've been overjoyed if someone could just step up to him and say "hey, I wanna be a cleric," but seeing as how that didn't seem to be happening, he had decided to take it upon himself to learn some stuff about healing. After all, there was nothing saying that the harbinger couldn't double as a cleric, especially since there was a need for it.

So, Vox had scoured everywhere he could around the territory, fighting against the still falling flakes of snow as he searched for anything related to the medical persuasion. Most of it was obviously books, but there were also a couple of pamphlets thrown in there, and pretty much anything that vaguely looked like it could've been related to the human doctors that had once lived there. After doing this, Vox had dragged everything back to the main Fortress, half stumbling and half teleporting his way up to his room. It was a messy process, but he eventually made it, spilling books, pamphlets, and whatever else he had all over the floor to sort them. After several minutes of searching through what he had gathered, Redvox now sat in the middle of his room, surrounded not only by books, but also by the foliage still inside of it he hadn't bothered to beat back. He was fidgeting aimlessly with a roll of bandages in his claws as he mumbled, a frown of concentration on his face, "Borage helps with stomach aches 'n' fevers... celandine 'elps with damaged eyes... shit, I wish I could come up with some sorta rhyme for all'a this..." He seemed as though he was trying his best, but was also hopelessly lost.

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Embarassment. Vox wasn't sure if he was actually all that embarrassed about being caught surrounded by various books and herbs, trying his damnedest to attempt to memorize them. What he was embarrassed about, however, was the fact that one of the first to appear in the doorway was someone who probably knew far more about herbs than he ever could. Taking in Breena's soft and sheepish voice, Vox smiled weakly at the arch-rogue, mumbling as he flipped uselessly through a couple of pages in one of his books, "That does seem like a good idea... I'm just workin' off'a bunch of books, so it's a little hard f'me to remember what things just 'ave the same effect... I wish I was better at rememberin' all this shit, y'know?" He felt a little sheepish himself, mainly because of the fact that he was speaking in such a way in front of Breena. He had never heard the soft and kind druid cuss even once, and he suddenly felt like reversing time just so he could put it less bluntly. Curling his claws anxiously in one of the nearby books, he let out a huff of frustration, "I'm tryin' to take th'pressure off of Roman, since he's one of th'only two people 'ere who really knows medicine... I should've known that it would be difficult, though. Must be why not many people do it..." He sighed as he looked down at the book he had in a death grip, shaking his head a little at his own failures.

As he was rambling about his own problems, in came Aslisk, her usual gruff self as she eyed the books and herbs laying all around the room. Vox frowned a little at her initial irritated comment, but thankfully it didn't seem as though she was too hostile today. Or, at the very least, her boredom had proved to outweigh her hostility, for now. Pushing himself up a little, Vox gestured at several of the random scattered piles of herbs, letting out a frustrated whine from the back of his throat, "I'd love f'you to be able t'help sort Aslisk, but unless you can identify what each of these things does, we don't really have a basis to sort with..." He let out a soft and aggravated sigh before turning his attention back to Breena, tilting his head to one side, "You know how t'work with herbs, don't ya Breena? D'ya think maybe y'could help me learn at least the basics? We could sort all these herbs out 'n' have a nice organized supply in case we need it..." He prayed that they wouldn't need such a thing, but even Bertille couldn't 100% guarantee anything, and having an organized storage would be better than not, right?