To be entirely fair to the Master of the Houses of Healing, what happened from his point of view was that Mithrandir (a semi-divine being who sometimes drops by to bicker with the head of state about who knows what) drags a stinky, raggedy, abnormally tall man into his hospital and unilaterally declares that This Guy is going to Cure Death, and This Guy goes up to one of your patients, who you may or may not be aware is actually the current head of state on account of the previous one having lit himself on fire, and just stares for like, a weirdly long amount of time, and then he mumbles about a Historical Figure a bit and puts his hands on the patient’s head and starts chatting with him like this whole thing is perfectly normal, and then he looks you in the eye and says, “Hey, do you have any [definitely not a made up word]?” and you’re like, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what that is,” and he calls you an idiot six ways from Sunday and then finally says, “I’m looking for dandelion buds, obviously, duuuuh,” and, not really wanting to deal with the backlash of telling this definitely absolutely mentally stable individual and his freakishly long legs that dandelions are a weed, you call the herbology nerd on the payroll in and ask if she knows what he’s talking about and, completely unprepared for what she’s dealing with, she explains hesitantly that she’s heard some people eat dandelion greens with their salads? Is that what he’s after? And then Mithrandir calls her an idiot six ways from Sunday, insults her family, and threatens violence on her if she doesn’t bring him some dandelion buds right this instant, and you send someone off and eventually they come back with a few (which were hard to find because the people in this city don’t cultivate weeds in their gardens, also it’s the wrong season), and This Guy does indeed proceed to Cure Death with dandelion buds.
