The Coalition was a tiny bit of a shit show. And he hadn't even known all of what happened in the Hall of Kings. Vague whispers from people but that was about it. He was willing to give Sojourn the benefit of the doubt, but for how long? That, he didn't know, and he mused over this in the raggedy ass tent he set up in the temporary camp. One day soon, maybe even this month, they'd move back into Town. But until then, his tent would have to do for the Herb supplies.

The Xenosmilus grumbled gently, shaking his bushy mane free of old, dry herbs from his slight clean-up. An hourglass sat on a table, slowly draining. "Comfrey, Thyme, what else.." He rumbled, looking at his stores. He was running slightly low on some herbs.

[member=3408]DEVRAJ LINGRE[/member] 

BYRIATH - GURU OF THE COALITION - FALLEN GOD OF WAR