Returning to the orc settlement…

Storm looks up from the soldier she's bandaging and tilts her head. "You got a funny rock that you're gonna make a golem? Niiiice." She nods to the soldier who gets up and walks out of the tent with his arm in a sling then she moves on to a bloodied Orc who is moaning in a cot. "Uhhh. This one may need your brand of healing, Guildmaster." She leans down anyways and attempts to slow the bleeding from a gut wound. So what's the deal with the rocks? I know you give some out to your friends. Any other reason you keep passing them out? Are they magic rocks?"

Miquella shoots up and comes over to the orc. He gives him a warm smile. He moves his hands as warm arcane energy resembling light forms. “I call upon the realm of light to cure your critical wounds.” He pushes the energy into the wound as it begins to seal up. “He gets a cloth to whipe the sweat from the orc and gives him a sip of water. “There. You should be better.” He gets up and looks to Storm. “Possibly. I am sure Marq may have somthing we can use or I will just send a request to the Mages guild. Either way it is a good idea to get a guardian out here to help them.” Miquella moves back to healing.

“Oh no, I don’t like magic. They’re just pretty rocks. Rocks are eternal, so when I give people rocks, it means I want our friendship to last forever! Plus they’re shiny and pretty and fun to collect.”

She smiles innocently, moving to the next injured person.

The now healed Orc grunts and sits up. [In Orcish] "Thank you." Then gets up off the cot, stretches, and heads out of the tent making room for the next seriously injured person, a Draconian soldier.

Storm begins working on this one. "Rocks can be pretty, you're right about that. I'll keep in mind you like them in case I come across any interesting stones on one of my hunts." She looks to Miquella. "Any components I should be on the lookout for?"

Saige gasps then asks, “Can you be on the lookout for wasps?! I’ve been needing to go wasp hunting for ages but I just get so busy!” She looks to Storm expectantly.

Miquella takes a moment to think, “I am not quite sure on the components. When we get back to the guild I will go through the records and see what I can ascertain.” Miquella looks to a Draconian who seems to have an infection growing from a wound. He places his hand on the wound and closes his eyes, “I call upon the realm of light to heal your heart of ailments.” When Miquella removes his hand the infection seems to be gone. He proceeds to patch up the young draconians leg. He then gets up to look at Saige, “i feel that would be good for you to have.”