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[sirsolace]

WHO || Solace, Ruvaen [open]
WHAT || Solace meets with his squire
WHERE || Med Center, 2nd Floor, Knight's HQ
WHEN || May 13, evening.
HOW || Actionspam

[ Solace leaves word by a note on Ruvaen's door to meet him at the end of a shift spent in the recovery room upstairs. It's quiet when he enters, a few Knights resting in beds as he moves between them, robes dusting the ground. ]

Comments

[sirsolace]

Considering the work we do, and the scattered training some of these green squires receive, I'm surprised we don't have more.

[forfeitredemption]

Well, sir. I do have some training of my own, but I would love to learn what I can from you. I will do my best to help wherever you need me.

[That is why he's here, isn't it?]

[sirsolace]

What manner of training?

[forfeitredemption]

I am afraid I do not remember where all of it came from. Some skills I have just had since I arrived here. I have some training as a cleric, sir, but most of my knowledge lies more in line with medical aid.

Bandaging, setting bones. My other skills have... been a slow process to tap into.

[It seemed to come naturally once he found it, but until then, he was never really certain what gifts he still had to determine what Pelor had allowed him to keep. He could mend and cure minor wounds, along with a small spells, but beyond that was a mystery.]

[sirsolace]

You wouldn't be the first to find themselves fumbling with powers that were once second nature to them. You may concern it a test of the gods, no doubt.