Slaves Without Masters

[Kender Bard]

"That would be good," Gabe agreed. "And I am a plant type. It wouldn't be the first time I've been set to tending to plants. One of my former masters had me keep some plants living even though he kept them inside and they didn't get a great deal of light." With a touch of pride, he added, "And I did."

[Darastrix]

"W-well, then, if healing turns out t-to not suit you, you m-might t-try ch-checking with one of the t-temple gardeners," Conrad told him.

"Oh aye," Elaine agreed. "They're so blessed picky about the way the plants grow. Personally, I think just letting the plants grow however they will makes a place look more alive, but what do I know? I'm just a healer. They're probably afraid people will think they've ended up in Autus or some nonsense."

Conrad just smiled; he'd heard that particular complaint before.

"Well, child, you just come by starting tomorrow around midmorning and I'll likely keep you 'til around sunset. That agreeable?"

[Kender Bard]

"Very," Gabe agreed, smiling. Soon he'd be put to work, and this woman seemed nice enough. "Thank you!" He fairly bounced in place with excitement. "May I go tell Sirius the news?"

[Darastrix]

"Of c-course," Conrad told him. "J-just stay on the r-road."