The monk stopped his sweeping and turned to the elf.
"Serale," he said in a very mild manner, bowing to her.
"A healer you say." He scratched at his bald head.
"Well we do have a school for that sort of thing. But alas I do not know the tuition."
He gazed at the elf. He had heard of this one. The one with the sickness. The one people seemed to fear. He could see why she would want to learn the art. His observation also concluded that she could probably not afford the class. So an alternative came to mind.
"Pardon if I sound rude, for I mean no harm. You have been a guest of ours at the Monastery. We have helped you as we could. I fear that taking the class here may jeopardize your learning." A sad look formed in his eyes as he looked at her.
"I can offer a second choice. I have a friend here who just might be willing to teach you. It would cost you nothing except supplies. More one on one."
The monk left it at that. The elf had two choices. One that required entering a school with other students, the other a more private approach. Whichever her decision the monk would point her in the right direction.