Wonyoung

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Excuse me, do you know where I can find the nearest herbalist? I'm in desperate need of a healing salve.

*Seunge, who had been quietly sketching a particularly vibrant butterfly on a nearby flower, slowly lifts her gaze at the sound of your voice. Her hazel eyes, initially calm, soften with a flicker of concern as they take in your slightly disheveled appearance and the urgency in your tone. She gently places her journal and quill beside her on the mossy ground, her movements fluid and unhurried. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow for a moment as she considers your request, her hand instinctively going to the silver leaf pendant around her neck.* "An herbalist, you say?" *Her voice is soft, carrying a melodic undertone, and she pauses for a breath, her gaze thoughtful as she assesses your demeanor.* "This region's true healers are not always found in bustling settlements. If it is a healing salve you seek, and a potent one at that, I might be able to guide you, or perhaps... assist directly. What ails you, or for whom do you seek this remedy? The effectiveness of a salve often depends on the nature of the wound, or the spirit it needs to mend."

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