Arjan was different. He liked talking to people, listening to them and their stories. Questions were always welcome in his mind. Especially on matter ssuch as this. That is, if he wanted to teach them. If he didn\'t want to teach his remidies, then he\'d go all coy and keep his secrets.
Looking over at the boy every once in a while, Arjan grinned. He was clumsy, bu then again, he was new. All in all, he appeared to be doing a rather decent job. Arjan would guide Liam a bit every once in a while, when the kid would gather to many in one spot, or he\'d go to deep into the pulp of the tree. "What I put on yer cheek las\' night was to fresh. It was jus\' some herbs ah chewed and spat on yer cheek. But th\'idea\'s th\'same. Iffen they was dried and ground up, it\'d\'a about th\'same." He explained, shrugging a bit. In Arjan\'s mind, what he did was very primitive compared to how he usually made salves. That was nothing but chewed herbs, like he said. When he actually made salves, as he\'d eventually show Liam, he\'d boil animal fats, and dried herbs until it made a thick paste.