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[redvox.]

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.