05-11-2020, 02:21 AM
Outside of his great interest for medicine, Alaric wasn't particularly skilled. He had little interest in learning how to fight—although if someone offered to teach him he might not be opposed—and his social skills as applied to a normal setting were sorely lacking. He simply did not have an interest in these things. He had never before seen combat that he could not worm his way out of with a few skillful dodges and a handful of honeyed words.
His time thus far in Tanglewood hadn't been marked with anything truly meaningful. He would not consider anyone in the tribe his friend, moreso acquaintances that he had interacted with more than once or twice out of either necessity or curiosity. And he was perfectly content with that—he wasn't here to make friends, after all, just live in a place that decidedly was not devoid of all life save for his depressed and distant mother. His original purpose for coming here had not been with the goal of learning medicine in mind. Coming across shelves of medical journals and tomes was simply serendipitous. It also appeared that his interest in medicine was not unknown to anyone. Even the healers had taken notice of his affinity for it. As for whether or not that was a good thing was yet to be determined.
At the moment, Alaric was poring through yet another one of the medical tomes the library boasted. The remaining supply of healthcare-related books there was beginning to run thin, so he had slowed his literary onslaught in order to savor the last few books. However, his thoughts were soon interrupted by a rapping noise on his door, followed shortly by Aurum's voice. "I am," he responded as he marked his page in the book with a torn piece of palm leaf before closing it and placing it on one of the stacks near his bed. He waited for a response, and when he did not get one he assumed that the lion was waiting to be let in. "The door is unlocked. You may come in."
His time thus far in Tanglewood hadn't been marked with anything truly meaningful. He would not consider anyone in the tribe his friend, moreso acquaintances that he had interacted with more than once or twice out of either necessity or curiosity. And he was perfectly content with that—he wasn't here to make friends, after all, just live in a place that decidedly was not devoid of all life save for his depressed and distant mother. His original purpose for coming here had not been with the goal of learning medicine in mind. Coming across shelves of medical journals and tomes was simply serendipitous. It also appeared that his interest in medicine was not unknown to anyone. Even the healers had taken notice of his affinity for it. As for whether or not that was a good thing was yet to be determined.
At the moment, Alaric was poring through yet another one of the medical tomes the library boasted. The remaining supply of healthcare-related books there was beginning to run thin, so he had slowed his literary onslaught in order to savor the last few books. However, his thoughts were soon interrupted by a rapping noise on his door, followed shortly by Aurum's voice. "I am," he responded as he marked his page in the book with a torn piece of palm leaf before closing it and placing it on one of the stacks near his bed. He waited for a response, and when he did not get one he assumed that the lion was waiting to be let in. "The door is unlocked. You may come in."
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