Location: On the outskirts of the desert. Time: Early morning. For: @llyrbxnes
The sun is an intense blaze in the sky, bright and stunning. Sylvar rocks on the balls of his feet, bringing a hand up to block the glare of it from his eyes. He takes a second to glance at his companion, and remind himself that no matter what happens hear, at least neither of them will judge the other harshly.
Not that Sylvar believes much will go wrong. It’s just a herb. Its just the desert. It’s just a few pesky monsters, probably easily squished. They’re two capable magic wielders, and they can face any foe that appears, if any even do. In the end, maybe this will prove to everyone else that the two of them are just as competent as the rest of them.
The point is that they’ve been asked by the healers guild of this city to bring something back, and Sylvar has never been the kind of boy who gives up on things easily. He doesn’t like to fail. He doesn’t like to be proven wrong about his own abilities. So he’ll complete this task come hell or high water.
“Okay. Hohth’s Breath. That’s an easy one. I’m pretty sure I know what that looks like, like, ninety percent. Eighty-five, minimum.” He nods, giving off an aura of confidence, eyes flicking over the expanse of desert and rocky terrain that spreads out before them. “I saw a picture of it in a book, once, at least. Though I can’t say herbalism was ever my strong suit.”