Hector-Medicine 2

“All the better for having something in my belly that doesn’t resemble a grub. You’d shudder to imagine what we had to survive on in those catacombs. And the elixir you gave me, that’s worked wonders, too. Thank you.”

Hector and his medicine case—that was something else the group had to be thankful for. As a magister, he rarely went anywhere without it. Thank Brenn, thought Bergan, he’d had it with him when he’d been marooned on Moga by Vega. Within the leather bag he kept a variety of herbs and healing potions, salves, and ointments that could be applied to all manner of injuries. Bergan’s chest had hurt terribly since half of Highcliff had collapsed upon him. Since then his condition had worsened; he’d developed a wheeze in the catacombs that continued to plague him when they returned to the light. The infections he’d suffered were alleviated by Hector’s ministrations, improving almost overnight. It was good to have the Boarlord with them. Bergan reached out with his foot and gave the leather medicine case at Hector’s feet a kick, causing its contents to jangle within.

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