Apothecary work was his primary drive. To help people was what kept him travelling from town to city & back again, but not even he could resist a little R & R after a while ( doctor’s orders! ). Thus, he stands with his feet buried snug into the shimmering banks of Goldshore, the tide sweeping along his ankles. This stance is held for quite a while, hands on his hips, as he thinks. Maybe its a review, a look at the happenstance of this town prior to his intervention.
Not that it really mattered. At least, not now. Not with the beauty of the horizon, or the vast sea ahead of him. Not when he could be out swimming!
He’s careful in removing Zeph’s satchel, putting it just far enough out of the tides way. Gods forbid it gets swept out to sea, gods forbid it sullies -- both for Zeph’s & the tincture’s inside sakes. His jacket, on the other hand -- merely haphazardly thrown onto the land. Once he’s sure it’s safe, he turns to his friend -- asking a question he was quite sure he already new the answer to.
Not that it ever hurt to try!
“It’s perfect for a dip, eh?”
@wxldfire / sc.












