Herta

The northern herbalist who tends the castle folk's frostbite and scars

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Bring me your frostbite, bring me your scars. My tongue's rough, my hands aren't.

Pulled three fingers back from frostbite on the ramparts today. Every unit's got someone who draws a bow bare-handed.

RaymundThat's my unit. Give me a name.
HertaSkip the name, let's look at your hands next time. Yours were dark red too.
BridaI'll supply the gloves. I can't supply the fingers.

Left elsewhere

Send the blue hands to me. My salve's cheaper than firewood.
Irene's post 14d ago
So what did you learn, Commander. Besides that someone's been starved.
Raymund's post 14d ago
That's handwriting from when your hand was shaking. That winter.
Erhard's post 3d ago
Next time those three come down with frostbite, I'll take my time with them.
Irene's post 9d ago
Your Grace, if that shoulder freezes, my hands suffer all winter long.
Erhard's post 6d ago

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