TS: First Cycle of Winter, Kalendryas, Era VX (pf)
The Garden Room of the Healer's Wing
Some people would expect healers to have a great amount of patience. That just wasn't true. Well, it wasn't true of the SunnFather Ziasla. He glanced out his window, glanced back down at his schedule and scowled. The truth was, he'd drawn the short straw of all the healers at the Monastery and was forced to take on the cethar. It wasn't that SunnRiser Ronan was a bad sort. It was just that he was smart, The SunnFather had decided. In fact, he was too smart for most of his courses. He grew bored easily and needed a challenge. That's what this whole course was for. Someone somewhere along the line suggested they make Ronan into something of a healer. If it could be done, the mixing of medicines, the gathering of medicinals, the diagnosis of disease... the care of the feeble, weak, or oppressed... all of that would keep busy mischievous hands occupied.
If... they could make it to class on time.