Re: Paths of the Damned - Prologue: Through the Drakwald
"Oh dear, I hadn't noticed." Jocelin said in response to the Ranaldians. She tried hard to think of anything in the caravan's direction they might be traveling to steal. "I do hope they're not the malicious types. Practical jokes are one thing, but the Imperial Marches hardly need distractions from dealing with the mutant herds."
She took another sip of the tea. Jocelin liked Moescher, and was happy to understand why the old woman had initially been so cold towards her: the Colleges, and the Inquisition in particular, have given them plenty of cause over the years. But amnesty after amnesty have shown that the Colleges had a pastoral mission. Granny shouldn't be arrested, by Sigmar not at all; but she should walk into the Hall of Archives and enlist of her own volition. But how...
"I'm sorry to have been a source of concern for you, Granny, and I'm happy we can be open with each other." She paused. "I would like you to teach me. Not Old Dieter's ways, I mean, but... well, I've seen how herbs can be useful in the mundane." Jocelin held up her cup of tea as example. "But as you say I'm a city girl and if you asked me where I'd find gooseneck loosestrife, I could only tell you, 'the apothecary's'. While I'm studying in the field, I may as well learn what's in the fields!
"Would you, do you think? It would mean so much to me."