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Theying didn't get it at first, but after a short period of time he began to realize exactly how silly the whole thing sounded. He would be dealing with people who had no backing in herbal lore at all and would be learning about this stuff out of the blue. Hopefully, none of them remembered his attempts at curing the Feeble Pox. True, he hadn't made any claims about his studies, but there were those who remembered the master herbalist for that failure and that failure alone. Well, some considered it a partial success considering he managed to prevent the disease from advancing and spreading, but that wasn't CUREING it.
When Theying was given directions to the command tent he followed them, something that was made easy by the fact that it was in plain sight. Still, the tradesman had to remind himself that there was opportunity here. When he arrived at the command tent he informed the guards by saying, "I'm Theying. Patrol 3 gave me access to the grounds and told me to look for a Captain Moran."
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Suffer the little creatures, for they may yet rise up and beat you senseless.
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A single dedicated mind can bring forth the greatest destruction... that or goblins... goblins work too.
This is how he looks, and this is who he is.
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