The whole process was fascinating to watch. Kirk was by no means a healing
expert - he could do field work on a broken leg and sew a wound quick and
dirty, and that was about it. He had to wonder at the amount of skill it
took to keep what every herb did on its own and when combined with others,
the ratios, the shelf-life, etcetera. How he was doing it without
referencing something was astounding to Kirk (but then, he had the bias of
not being good at this sort of thing at all).
One by one Kirk took up the packets, pausing to take out a bit of charcoal
from his pack and placing marks on them to differentiate which was which.
He wasn't the sort who would be able to recall by smell or what they looked
like, and an in emergency he wouldn't have that kind of time anyways. He
would have to color-code them later.
Kirk took up the last one, considering the medicine seller for a moment as
he tucked it in his pocket and not his pack. "How much do I owe you?" he
inquired, reaching for the pouch that held his coin. He didn't have all
that much, but he would be damned if he couldn't pay fair price. "I'm also
willing to work off part of the sum, if you would prefer that. I work as
courier around the market."
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The whole process was fascinating to watch. Kirk was by no means a healing expert - he could do field work on a broken leg and sew a wound quick and dirty, and that was about it. He had to wonder at the amount of skill it took to keep what every herb did on its own and when combined with others, the ratios, the shelf-life, etcetera. How he was doing it without referencing something was astounding to Kirk (but then, he had the bias of not being good at this sort of thing at all).
One by one Kirk took up the packets, pausing to take out a bit of charcoal from his pack and placing marks on them to differentiate which was which. He wasn't the sort who would be able to recall by smell or what they looked like, and an in emergency he wouldn't have that kind of time anyways. He would have to color-code them later.
Kirk took up the last one, considering the medicine seller for a moment as he tucked it in his pocket and not his pack. "How much do I owe you?" he inquired, reaching for the pouch that held his coin. He didn't have all that much, but he would be damned if he couldn't pay fair price. "I'm also willing to work off part of the sum, if you would prefer that. I work as courier around the market."