Luindai and Gillhach

Morning
Oranor Sun-day
54 Ethuil Spring
Moon phase: Full <HIDDEN>
Gil-Estel is not visible.
Loa 139 o Yen 21, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3019>

Library
The Scribe's Chamber (in Sindarin: Sammath Teithith)
A moderately sized talan for Lorien's scribe and that serves as the Galadhrim's "library". The chamber looks smaller than it really is, however, due all the furniture that fills the space! The center of the room is dominated by a large table that is surrounded by several chairs, and except for an open window, a partition, and a couple small pieces of furniture, all the wall space is filled by shelving. In one corner, a small writing desk has been placed.

Luindai sits at the table, bent over scrolls and books, studying herbs and their uses. she occasionaly takes a sip of potent elven wine from a cup on the table. she looks up at you as you enter and smiles, "Mae govanen, I dont believe we have met before, my name is Luindai."

From the chill, crisp morn without; there enters in a maid, (the dainty, slender hands mark her such) all swathed and cowled in elven grey. Worn and weathered from her wandering, the tall, lithe woman wears upon her back a leather pack, fully equal to her height in its length and bound in leather wrap; a smile, beneath her cowl might be seen to curl her lips; "Well met," says she, in a merry note, "you are quite astute in that... I am named Gillhach, master of the hunt and afore times courier and retainer to our Lord."

Luindai nods solemnly. She takes a sip from her cup and flips the page in the book she is reading. She smiles and leans back in her chair, drinking down the last of her wine, she looks up at Gillhach.

Essuaging the mood of her fellow, who seems absolved in bookworming; the huntress lends a smile, thin so as to be imperceptible beneath the woolen cowl that shrouds her face and inclines her head to a shallow nod; "And you... an apprentice to some other craftmaster?" She asks, looking about the place, "As you say, we have not met as such..."

Luindai smiles, "I am an apprentice healer. My craft is herbs and their uses in the healing arts. I have also experimented with alchemy on some levels and I'm now researching the uses of a new herb I found just outside the Golden Wood". She takes a small fern from her satchel and sets it on the table
Luindai says, "From what I've found its uses range from a vermicidal, to an antiseptic. Most usefull in treating badly infected or even maggot infested wounds"

Eyeing the weed that's set atop the table with the same disinterest she applies to those things from without, much less those which do not run on four legs, the huntress offers up a small observation, with a brow raised most comically... "In stew, as well... its flavour is unique."

Luindai raises an eyebrow. She says, "in a stew it would cause instant death". She smiles and reaches into her satchel, producing a small vial filled with a murky liquid. She pours the liquid into her cup

With shoulders bunched up to a shrug, the master smirks. "And yet I live, mayhap it were another weed I ate..." Her breast heaves with a sigh, and an idle hand she waves at the notion of death, "At any rate, what is one from t'other?" But she laughs suddenly, and the jest is plain in her; she adds, "Oh, I do but joke, and have more woodcraft than that to my name." And she recalls the old names taught her in her youth; "Bracken fern," Says she, "Oh, aye... not one to imbibe."

Luindai stands slowly, and downs the contents of her cup. She closes the book she was reading and places it back on the shelf. She smiles gently and puts the herb back into her satchel