He had no real concept of what she was talking about. Godric had been in good health for as long as he could recall but this Chiurgeon - this healer - had some foreign manner by which she would deem him so. It was no mystery that the Elder wished this to pass so Godric nodded slowly. He was out of his element, his time, and it would take some scouting to get a lay of the land here, and an impression of what customs these people followed.
"Ye may cast thy spells," Godric agreed, eying the vial and stick she produced. He arched an eyebrow and glanced to the Elder who nodded again, giving his permission or agreement - Godric could not discern which. For now, he would go along with their requests, harmless as they appeared.
After the 'samples' were acquired, Godric sat back, addressing the Elder again. "As ye can no send me whence I came, what shall ye want of me?"
Kingsley seemed surprised by the question but he answered after a moment. "We'll talk about that tomorrow, Godric, but I have a feeling you might be a good teacher." He paused, looking over his shoulder and then back at Godric, asking. "Would you like something to drink? Some, err, mead or wine or something harder?"
Godric glanced over to the woman but didn't answer. His head was spinning and now the dark skinned Elder was now talking about something he'd only spoke to Salazar about. How could he know of such things? "That I would impose upon thy good will, the harder would bring more cheer then mead, Elder Kingsley."
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Date: 2013-01-20 12:20 am (UTC)"Ye may cast thy spells," Godric agreed, eying the vial and stick she produced. He arched an eyebrow and glanced to the Elder who nodded again, giving his permission or agreement - Godric could not discern which. For now, he would go along with their requests, harmless as they appeared.
After the 'samples' were acquired, Godric sat back, addressing the Elder again. "As ye can no send me whence I came, what shall ye want of me?"
Kingsley seemed surprised by the question but he answered after a moment. "We'll talk about that tomorrow, Godric, but I have a feeling you might be a good teacher." He paused, looking over his shoulder and then back at Godric, asking. "Would you like something to drink? Some, err, mead or wine or something harder?"
Godric glanced over to the woman but didn't answer. His head was spinning and now the dark skinned Elder was now talking about something he'd only spoke to Salazar about. How could he know of such things? "That I would impose upon thy good will, the harder would bring more cheer then mead, Elder Kingsley."