Jan. 17th, 2012

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Briar is sitting crosslegged on the floor, a miniature tree on either side of him and an assortment of small jars and containers stacked in front of his legs.

"If any healers are in need of medicine, I have a lot of experience with plant based formulas. Here's what I've managed so far. I'll be able to do more once I get a proper garden in place." Briar assumes that they have healers here. There have to be. Right? Better safe than sorry, though, so he adds, "I hope we have healers in the city. If not, I have experience with first aid and managing diseases and injuries, but I'm not able to do much more than anyone could given common sense and excellent supplies."

With the most pressing order of business taken care of, he has messages for several people specifically.

"Kobra, I can come by whenever you'd like to show you what to do with your shakkan and hear that bass you were telling me about."

"Party, I've got something for you, too." He grins as he explains, "Yours is a little bulkier, so I didn't bring it to the party with me."

"Master Long, I do want to make time to visit the library when it's convenient for you. We could exchange languages, if you like." Briar is quick to pick up understanding of a language, but his accent is generally atrocious until frequent use can remedy the problem. Recalling the way the other man's face had lit up at the knowledge that Briar speaks several tongues, Briar's mouth twitches with a slight smirk, "I thought you might prefer that to any tangible gifts."

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