(1008) Mareya Greymist: Who is it? You people ought to know my eyesight isn't what it used to be.
You don't know me - I'm Rothar. → (1009)
It's me - Rothar. → (1012)
(1009) Mareya Greymist: Oh, a newcomer? Welcome, dear! Used to be a rare thing in these parts but now it seems like every other person who steps through my door. What can old Mareya do for you?
I'm looking for a healer. → (1010)
How old are you then? → (1011)
(1012) Mareya Greymist: Ah, I remember you Rothar! My eyes may have failed me, but not my memory thankfully. What can old Mareya do for you?
I'm looking for a healer. → (1010)
How old are you then? → (1011)
(1010) Mareya Greymist: That's what I do. Stay still and let me have a look at you… Okay… even my ageing eyes can see you need more color on those cheeks - I recommend redberries.
(1011) Mareya Greymist: Hah, that would be telling! Though I might have gained a few extra years from my healing herbs over the decades, who knows. I still remember when Haywind was but a small village, the magi of Hydrobor only a distant tale and the land still ruled by an Aercrest.
I'm looking for a healer. → (1010)
Interesting, but I must go. → (0)
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