When Daan had been first discovered along with... well, most everyone else on that beach, he'd had no problem cracking open the skull of one the dead captives from the ship. A former thrall, or about to be, it doesn't matter; a cadaver is a cadaver, and so when the group had stumbled upon him, his hands were sullied with blood and a tadpole pinched in tweezers.
He's more than a cleric. He's a doctor, he'd informed them, but being able safely extract the tadpoles is a process most unfamiliar and dangerous, one that he would have to study extensively in order to see if he could accomplish anything meaningful in order to help himself and the others. Fortunately, they have leads. Lae'zel's creche, maybe finding their way into the Emerald Grove to locate a healer, something like that.
To be perfectly honest, Daan is dubious that there's going to be a healer that can do much, but maybe they'll get lucky and a solution will just fall into their lap. Doubtful, but not impossible.
For now, there's camp to be had, and Daan is studying the larvae he has contained in a jar. His tent is what one would call an organized mess; books and studying implements, along with a few bottles of spirits he's been quick to gather for himself.
Most unusually, there's a cat with bright yellow eyes and dark fur that's flopped onto his feet. Daan sets the jar down and scowls at the cat, sneering, "You're heavy. Get off." There isn't a lick of affection in his voice for the feline, but then it doesn't seem to listen.
Daan pulls his feet away, annoyed and trying to ignore the creature.
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He's more than a cleric. He's a doctor, he'd informed them, but being able safely extract the tadpoles is a process most unfamiliar and dangerous, one that he would have to study extensively in order to see if he could accomplish anything meaningful in order to help himself and the others. Fortunately, they have leads. Lae'zel's creche, maybe finding their way into the Emerald Grove to locate a healer, something like that.
To be perfectly honest, Daan is dubious that there's going to be a healer that can do much, but maybe they'll get lucky and a solution will just fall into their lap. Doubtful, but not impossible.
For now, there's camp to be had, and Daan is studying the larvae he has contained in a jar. His tent is what one would call an organized mess; books and studying implements, along with a few bottles of spirits he's been quick to gather for himself.
Most unusually, there's a cat with bright yellow eyes and dark fur that's flopped onto his feet. Daan sets the jar down and scowls at the cat, sneering, "You're heavy. Get off." There isn't a lick of affection in his voice for the feline, but then it doesn't seem to listen.
Daan pulls his feet away, annoyed and trying to ignore the creature.
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