"Of course Bethberry, I apologize for my haste. You are in no condition to go retrieve water," Arcon said. Upon seeing her interest in the herbs he had produced from his satchel, Arcon opened his hand to show Bethberry what the herb looked like. He held in his hand ground leaves of green with bits of silver that seemed to gleam in the high afternoon sun.
"It is called avoredlothia, quick-bloom in the Common Tongue. This herb is made from the petals and stems of a silver flower that rarely grows now, and only in the west, past the Blue Mountains. It blooms only in the twilight and quickly, hence the name. Not many know of it save the Grey Elves of Forlindon, for it is very old, older than the elves. It grew wild in the forest of the great land before it sank long ago, and the land needed to grow the quick-bloom went with it."
"Yes, boiling is needed to bring about the herb's healing properties. A film develops on the surface of the water, and it begins to thicken. A poultice is indeed what I am attempting to achieve. It keeps the wound from inflaming any further and releases a healing effect as it seeps deeper into the flesh. The agrimony will enhance the effects I believe, preventing even further, the chance of infection."
Just then Naaramare, who had been holding her hand over her mouth as to not make any noise spoke up. She offered to go retrieve some water from the stream. Both Bethberry and Arcon gladly accepted. "I will go with you, highwaymen may retreat, but still linger around certain areas."
Getathane, who had made his way over to Arcon and Bethberry, limped up to the two as Arcon stood. He went over and spoke softly to the horse in elvish and rubbed his head. Getathane raised and shook his head in acknowledgement. "I'll be back my friend," Arcon said. He turned to Naaramare, "After you," he said, extending his arm outward towards the way of the stream.
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