7th of Summer, 514 AV
12th Bell
The sound of a quill pen scratching against the surface of a sheet of parchment filled the air in that particular corner of the Wright Memorial Library. This scratching was occasionally interrupted by the clink of that same pen against the glass of an inkwell. Aoren sat quietly taking down notes from the volume of text in front of him. Normally if he were visiting the library he would be carefully studying the pages of a book on one of the disciplines of magic.
That day however he was more interested in the books on medicine.
For the simple reason that he was a Healer, he was interested in expanding his knowledge so that he could better serve the people of Zeltiva. While medicine was not his main focus it was still important to him. In his twenty-five years in the world he had managed to accrue a small amount of knowledge in regards to medicine. Most of it was purely how to use herbs to greater effect in the healing process. The direct treatment and assessment of injuries and illnesses was beyond him. He was interested in changing that.
“The common cold can be more properly referred to as an infection in the respiratory system…”
Aoren pondered for a moment as he reviewed his relatively limited knowledge of anatomy. When he realized that the respiratory system was the same as the organs that enabled him to breathe he moved on in the passage.
“In order to treat the cold it must be approached by assessing the individual symptoms instead of the infection as a whole. There is no singular cure for the common cold except for the touch of a divinely blessed Healer. Rest and careful monitoring are typically the best remedies as treatment. However…”
Aoren went on to read a few suggestions that were put forward to assist in treating coughs, stuffy noses and headaches. He jotted down a few notes that he would quietly review at a later time when pursuing some of his duties as a Healer. He was about to turn the page in the book when suddenly there was the thud of books toppling from a shelf followed by a surprised yelp. Aoren arched an eyebrow slightly. Setting down his quill he rose from his seat at the small table reserved for studying to go investigate.
Rounding the corner of a tall bookshelf he spotted a figure under a small pile of books. It looked as if this person had reached for a particular volume and in the process brought several others toppling down with it. Not wanting to startle the person or perhaps invade their personal space without permission, Aoren cleared his throat softly. It wasn’t just the Healer in him that prompted him to try and help but it was generally in his nature to assist those he could. Clasping his hands behind his back he regarded the shifting pile of books with a concerned eye.
“Excuse me, are you alright?”
12th Bell
The sound of a quill pen scratching against the surface of a sheet of parchment filled the air in that particular corner of the Wright Memorial Library. This scratching was occasionally interrupted by the clink of that same pen against the glass of an inkwell. Aoren sat quietly taking down notes from the volume of text in front of him. Normally if he were visiting the library he would be carefully studying the pages of a book on one of the disciplines of magic.
That day however he was more interested in the books on medicine.
For the simple reason that he was a Healer, he was interested in expanding his knowledge so that he could better serve the people of Zeltiva. While medicine was not his main focus it was still important to him. In his twenty-five years in the world he had managed to accrue a small amount of knowledge in regards to medicine. Most of it was purely how to use herbs to greater effect in the healing process. The direct treatment and assessment of injuries and illnesses was beyond him. He was interested in changing that.
“The common cold can be more properly referred to as an infection in the respiratory system…”
Aoren pondered for a moment as he reviewed his relatively limited knowledge of anatomy. When he realized that the respiratory system was the same as the organs that enabled him to breathe he moved on in the passage.
“In order to treat the cold it must be approached by assessing the individual symptoms instead of the infection as a whole. There is no singular cure for the common cold except for the touch of a divinely blessed Healer. Rest and careful monitoring are typically the best remedies as treatment. However…”
Aoren went on to read a few suggestions that were put forward to assist in treating coughs, stuffy noses and headaches. He jotted down a few notes that he would quietly review at a later time when pursuing some of his duties as a Healer. He was about to turn the page in the book when suddenly there was the thud of books toppling from a shelf followed by a surprised yelp. Aoren arched an eyebrow slightly. Setting down his quill he rose from his seat at the small table reserved for studying to go investigate.
Rounding the corner of a tall bookshelf he spotted a figure under a small pile of books. It looked as if this person had reached for a particular volume and in the process brought several others toppling down with it. Not wanting to startle the person or perhaps invade their personal space without permission, Aoren cleared his throat softly. It wasn’t just the Healer in him that prompted him to try and help but it was generally in his nature to assist those he could. Clasping his hands behind his back he regarded the shifting pile of books with a concerned eye.
“Excuse me, are you alright?”