RP:You Don't Know My Name

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

The Scenic View is not as secluded as it used to be. Toth, Sabrina, and Jarith have a meeting.

Sabrina traveled with the graceful step of one inherent to her breeding. It was to this place, so often found uninhabited that she most ventured of late, in those few hours where people more slept than became injured. She is dressed in full uniform; Mongolian captains jacket with matching black pants and militaristic boots. She looked more admiral than healer but too often in her work did the task become simplified in the art in itself. There is little glimmer in her attire, save for the gold threading and minimal accents that labeled her a master of her craft that hung in the fashion of a lamen about her neck. Her hair is pulled high in intricate elvish war braids and on a clear night such as this the moon did the honor of outfitting that one good eye with a ring of silver reflection. The other eye, however, was clouded and obviously blind and the scar running part-way down her cheek gave reason that violence, at one point, must’ve ensued.

Toth perked his ears at the foot steps, black clothing draped across his frame fitting him just right as to not offer much for an enemy to grab or to tight that would not allow him to breath properly. Only skin that would be seen is the left hand loosely holding his bow and right hand that could been seen tracing parts of the statute, his head turning a bit as the foot steps start to draw closer to himself, "Are you a friendly?" His voice would come in a smooth tone, smile present in how he talked but would be hid beneath the visor as his face looked upon the ground.

Sabrina arched a thin dark brow to the voice, disregarding the question for only a moment. Her approach comes to a halt, gloved hands coming together at her front; the right hand gripping the left wrist in a proper show of her lack of weapon. “It depends on who is asking, I suppose.” She had never been classified as ‘friendly’ so much as she had been labeled ‘useful.’ Healers were tools, in her experience. Nothing more. A small gesture is left unseen since he is facing the opposite direction. “You’re…” A grumble, he was in her seat but it was technically public property. She opts to stand, for now, in an awkward silence that meant she probably didn’t people too often.

Jarith is a more silent arrival, from the darkness of a more northwestern path. this is not a walk however, so much as an attempt to return to the cottage. The knight resembles still a disheveled mess as opposed to what he had been, but in one arm, curled tightly is a barrel of pure mineral spirits. The other is empty, kept near the sheathed longsword he wears, not his family blade, but the older more serviced blade from years past. His blue gaze is without pupil, and while it is aimed forwards there doesn't seem to be much awareness on the part of the northern borne. His hair, save for the braids marking him the leader of the Northern Tribes of Frostmaw and a mid-length mowhak that runs the center is shorn short, a sign of celebration or mourning. For him, the latter. To say he isn't expectant of others, is a definite truth, most people do not bother with public areas so late, and he'd intended to use such a notion to his advantage. So he stumbles onto a irate seeming Sabrina, and a stranger. The northern elf looks every bit the barbarian, with the exception of his 'dress clothes' and as he slows, merely a quirk of brow can be offered at the healer before him, or perhaps more accurately the whole back of her. "eh.." He almost speaks, yet refrains...

Toth would pull himself from the statue, right hand gripping the quiver but not shouldering it..only moving it to rest next to his feet. He would now be standing a few feet from the carved feline but his eyes would not be seen due to his visor as he lifts his face to point it in the woman's direction before his ears perk all the more, nostril giving a quick sniff to the new aroma that had followed the male he was unfamiliar with. His right hand would toy with one of the arrows protruding from the quiver as his grips tightens slightly on his bow..due to recent activities one could tell he could not hold it as he would usually being an archer but he did the best he feel he could for now. "An elf, not a hostile." His head would rise fully before tilting slightly to the left, if one would look at his face full they would see grey, blank eyes..ones that had never been used due to being born without his sight.

Sabrina could feel Jarith’s presence and therefore did not need to visually place him in her field to know he was there. Such a it came to be when she spent time with people- enough to know them on some level beyond ‘hey, how are ya.’ “Jarith.” She is not afraid to speak, nor is she bored with the task of doing so. She wasn’t about to ask how he was, she had a fairly good idea given their last discussion. She does turn though, so that both men are given the similar respect of not addressing her backside. “Tell me you have drink in there.” A rare smile, given to those she had learned would not betray her on some level. Trust. It was getting more and more difficult to hand out. And, she trusted where there was a Jarith some promise of intoxication was nearby. Her attention is drawn to Toth, not his eyes but the manner in which he held himself. She runs her tongue across her teeth, making a sucking noise that could mean a plethora of things. In this case, it meant her work for the night was likely not done. She lets her arms fall to her sides and clears a few steps in the man’s direction. “An Elf does not imply one is not hostile. Take Jarith here, for example…” A laugh. She had not known Jarith to be hostile-persay but she was fully aware he was quite capable. “And then there is me.” A shrug as she comes to an abrupt stop just before the blinded stranger and boldly reaches up to address his drawing limb. “I am not exactly harmless…but we are all elves here.” There was some pride in her words, and an implication that they took care of their own kind, so her movements were not something to be startled by.

Jarith was enough aware to simply gaze from the apparently blind elf to the more familiar form of the healer before him and back. The gesture was small, and while he was mildly hungover at the current, he was stable in his own right; to a degree anyways. The notion she implied with alcohol was perhaps partially correct, he did have a plethora of alcohol on hand, but the barrel, a small keg really, had a different task really. His mind briefly drifted away from darker things however as Sabrina turned his focus once more to this apparently blind elven male. The northern born did not close the gap though, unlike his healer friend, he did not possess anymore the ability to gift trust out, his past had ruined him of the notion, and the present had done no better really. She, he trusted, the newcomer, not a bit. “ There is alcohol about, yes… As for being not hostile? Oh no, everyone knows I am plenty hostile, but as of late my open hostility has been restricted merely to the bottle in hand.” He was being facetious, really, despite not feeling it, or allowing anything beyond the blank, somewhat brooding expression cross his features. Sabrina frowned at Jarith, not that he would care. Since Toth minded the intrusion she would softly tell him that she was the only Master Healer left in the land, and he needed to get his arm looked at properly. “Sabrina, by the way.” Hailing from nowhere since the House of Ara was washed into the Vibrance some months ago. The Guild was known realm-wide, and with it the knowledge of her name as well as many more personal affairs which she would rather go without people knowing. She would not approach the male again unless asked. She looks past him, likely to the side since her five-foot stature allowed her to peer over no-one’s shoulder save maybe Syrri the halfling. “I come here because it’s usually quiet and abandoned. She turns back towards Jarith who looked to be just passing through. She couldn’t speak for him, but he didn’t seem to be a ‘serene outlook’ kind of guy. “Seeing as it is neither quiet, nor abandoned, I can see I have misjudged it greatly.” It was almost like she was offended by essentially being pushed away. Of all the people that had been insistent on her personal care it was an odd feeling to digest- but being refused was becoming a trend, it would seem. She’d exchanged a glance with Jarith, with brows knitted together. There would have been a time she would have made the effort to make the male feel more at ease but that part of her was broken and she made a decision not to push.

Jarith brings him here? Indeed, the knight would give a bare shrug before speaking. “I’m just running an errand.” An errand, because after that he would return to the manor in the northlands, away from all his foolish notions of a different path. There was something of a frown that mirrored Sabrina’s though, the refusal was indeed odd but not something that the knight would hold against Toth. Still, Sabrina had much more hurt in her own recent history, and he perhaps could grasp the pain she might feel from it. His own anguish was for something different, something of a different matter indeed. “ I still prefer the elemental, or the springs.” There was a strangely familiar note to that tone, a memory of time in the past before this. Still he walked a few paces closer and bowed to both. “ I am going to continue, I think… on my journey. Much to tend too.” Burning the cottage down was out of the question due to the wards upon it, but the things, everything that made him ache waited in a pile and he intended to see to the matter himself, in a way.

Toth thought back for a moment to a conversation that he had sometime ago, perhaps he was mistaken but he was sure he was remembering the name right. "Sabrina..I was told to see you by someone. He said knowing the herbs of the land could be helpful with your healing..guild..I think he called it." His face would turn momentarily to the male as he started to approach, his body would continue to relax with the passing moments and now with a name that he had heard from a friend. "This place usually is, tonight it just looks like the popular place to be." He smirks slightly at his remark, before tilting his head to the opposing side before offering his hand to pat about her shoulder in an apology if it would be accepted. "Sorry for that, recent events have made me a bit more on edge today." He would go on to explain defending a young girl from an abduction and the hit he took below the shoulder on his back, his face would turn to inquire of the male for just a moment before returning to Sabrina. "Big plans for the rest of the day?"

Sabrina listened to Toth’s words as they came, but leans back and away from his fumbling grasp at her shoulder for an apology. She was quite limber in the sense she had been avoiding contact nearly all her life. Maybe his friend also forgot to mention that she prefers not to be touched in any manner. “Proximity, if you will.” It was okay, in her mind, to be all handsy. There was no real reason for others to violate this unwritten law of personal space. “All level of healers find a place within the guild.” She straightens up when he begins his story but took the liberty of creating more space between herself and the stranger. “No reason to be sorry. I am an Ardent after all.” Before she became renowned for her ability in the healing field she had gone through many years of being shunned. She lay a gloved hand along Jarith’s arm which was already bearing the weight of the full barrel. “Take me to the Spring.” The smell coming from his loot was enough to let on what he was aiming to do, though she was not truly aware that the whole thing wouldn’t burn to the ground. Giving him a task was the right thing to do, maybe, or just burn it. Who had the answers anymore? She looks way up at him, running that direct eye contact past his gaze. “Please.” This was Sage after all, she had lost an entire limb at one point and the hour gave her good reason to request an escort.

Jarith wouldn’t comment on that question beyond the simplest of responses. “ Indeed.” His turn takes him north but a far more eastern track is noted, the cottage had several smaller trails now leading to and from it, something he’d found only after claiming the building as his own personal respite months ago. Odd that now it was the furthest thing from it. He was the one who halted with a form of start at her touch, eyes shifting towards Sabrina. Her touch earning a blink of those blue eyes. The request was something that took the fire from his goals though, and place it easily out of reach. Her polite addition, the use of ‘please’ being enough to make him surrender. “ Let me drop off the barrel, and I will take you from the cottage. Fair enough?” Toth was graced with a true and final glance. “Good meeting you.” He didn’t really have more to give, did he? Departing words offered, he would await Sabrina’s preparation before leading her along also.

Toth would raise his shoulders quickly before letting them fall, to each their own on their personal space he supposed to himself. He twits his face into a half smile at the mans single worded response, before the pair would take their leave he would offer a nod in replace of a bow. "You two as well, we'll meet again soon." Turning his attention back to the quiver setting at his feet and picking it up but not shouldering it before moving back to the statue that he had found himself at in the first place. Face moving to the sky and a sigh could be heard as he could feel the sky moving in a way for the sun to peak over the horizon, his second favorite time of the day..one day he'd be able to watch it, but for now the feeling of the sun creeping up his body and spilling onto his face would cause a great smile to cross his face. Sabrina still held that look of pain and confusion that Toth would never be able to digest even if he could see her. Her tone was false, a sort of forced hospitality that would be convincing on untrained ears. “It was a pleasure to meet you.” No name was given so no formality gave her comment direction. She gives Jarith a nod, that she would follow him there and, as agreed, he would take her elsewhere. Nothing would burn tonight. She’d give Toth a formal curtsey out of manners, his sight was irrelevant in the gesture. A small squeeze was given to Jarith’s arm but she did not cradle the appendage with affection as that was no longer a thing she was capable of. Her arm falls to her side and she opts to follow the Barbarian two paces in his wake.