Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20141005215855/@comment-3293219-20141006093017

Ulen sat alone, crosslegged in his tent as he tended to his plants, though he wasn't an alchemist and had no use for the ingredients he still grew and maintained them to keep himself distracted as he found himself to have less responsibility these days.

They were actually the apothecary's plants, which she used to grow herbs and potion ingredients, though found herself to be overwhelmed with the sheer volume of them. The Shaman agreed to take a few off of her hands as a favour and turned in their deposits, once a week. It had become his hobby since his wife passed and people grew a little nervous about asking him for favours, due to his age.

He sighed, happily, expecting the rest of the tribe to wake up soon...