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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?