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Nihka Mioni
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Stepping into Gridania for the first time in weeks, Nihka reflexively looked around, ears perked attentively. Her caution was unwarranted, though. Her reason for avoiding the city for years was gone. Dead.
Distribution of the antidote went well. She was able to rent a stall in the markets from one of the merchants; once word got out that there was a workable cure to Horse Oil addiction, addicts (or their families) flocked to the city. The line stretched far, but she’d prepared enough of the medicine that everyone was able to get a dose who needed it. Even a wailer who had been instrumental in her arrest.
She saw him in the line, and when their eyes met he flinched back. The pain of withdrawal was heavy in his face, cheeks drawn on the otherwise healthy man, but the sight of her had him begin to back away. Nihka beckoned him close, and held out a vial. Neither said anything; he took the medicine and left.
Nihka took the expense on herself to procure the ingredients, but donations from those thankful to rid themselves or their loved ones of the affliction managed to cover the raw materials. After renting the stall, she was still down a few gil, but not as much as she’d expected. Once the crowds died down, she left the remaining supplies in the market, asking that anyone who needed it be given the remedy at no cost. However, before returning to Ul’dah she needed to make a few more stops through the city. There were people she needed to thank, instrumental in her freedom.
Her first stop was the Canopy, to check in with Mother Miounne. She was ecstatic to see that Nihka had been released safely, and wanted to know more about her adventuring career. It had been over a cycle since the miqo’te had left Gridania, surely she had experienced some adventurers worth sharing.
Though talking was hard, Nihka did her best to answer. She gave a brief overview of the fiasco that had landed her in prison in the first place, glossing over some of the less pleasant details, and thanked the woman for her help. Before she left, Nihka promised to bring her daughter by next time she was in town. The joy on Mother Miounne’s face was almost frightening.
An adventurer in name only, Nihka had always favored the botanist guild while living in Gridania. Fufucha grinned brightly when Nihka stopped by, and together they took a walk through the trees. It seemed quaint and pleasant, until the guildmaster begain grilling her on various herb lore. It was eye opening how many of the questions she got wrong. So devoted to her alchemy, Nihka had let slip the very same teaching that had led her to that profession in the first place. Humbled, she promised to spend more time in the field. The guildmaster saw this as an appropriate thanks for her assistance, and wished her well.
Last stop before she left was the conjurer’s guild. Not wanting to intrude, she elected to silently join in on one of the lessons, students gathered around as the ageless child instructed them on the nature of the Shroud and how they might best aid it.
Though she tried not to impose, after the lesson he pulled her aside for two solid bells of gentle disappointment mixed with praise. Abandoning her studies like that did not reflect well on her mentor, whose letter gained her acceptance into the guild, but that her pursuit of alchemy focused on medicine and healing others he admitted was very noble.
They talked about healing and Nihka asked his advice on the regrowth of lost body parts, specifically eyes, but they both already knew that some things were simply beyond healing. It was the balance of nature, all things came with a cost, and magic was a gift not to be taken for granted. Alas, he had other duties to attend. If she chose to return to studying conjury the guild would welcome her happily, but until then may she walk in the light of the crystal.
Stepping into Gridania for the first time in weeks, Nihka reflexively looked around, ears perked attentively. Her caution was unwarranted, though. Her reason for avoiding the city for years was gone. Dead.
Distribution of the antidote went well. She was able to rent a stall in the markets from one of the merchants; once word got out that there was a workable cure to Horse Oil addiction, addicts (or their families) flocked to the city. The line stretched far, but she’d prepared enough of the medicine that everyone was able to get a dose who needed it. Even a wailer who had been instrumental in her arrest.
She saw him in the line, and when their eyes met he flinched back. The pain of withdrawal was heavy in his face, cheeks drawn on the otherwise healthy man, but the sight of her had him begin to back away. Nihka beckoned him close, and held out a vial. Neither said anything; he took the medicine and left.
Nihka took the expense on herself to procure the ingredients, but donations from those thankful to rid themselves or their loved ones of the affliction managed to cover the raw materials. After renting the stall, she was still down a few gil, but not as much as she’d expected. Once the crowds died down, she left the remaining supplies in the market, asking that anyone who needed it be given the remedy at no cost. However, before returning to Ul’dah she needed to make a few more stops through the city. There were people she needed to thank, instrumental in her freedom.
Her first stop was the Canopy, to check in with Mother Miounne. She was ecstatic to see that Nihka had been released safely, and wanted to know more about her adventuring career. It had been over a cycle since the miqo’te had left Gridania, surely she had experienced some adventurers worth sharing.
Though talking was hard, Nihka did her best to answer. She gave a brief overview of the fiasco that had landed her in prison in the first place, glossing over some of the less pleasant details, and thanked the woman for her help. Before she left, Nihka promised to bring her daughter by next time she was in town. The joy on Mother Miounne’s face was almost frightening.
An adventurer in name only, Nihka had always favored the botanist guild while living in Gridania. Fufucha grinned brightly when Nihka stopped by, and together they took a walk through the trees. It seemed quaint and pleasant, until the guildmaster begain grilling her on various herb lore. It was eye opening how many of the questions she got wrong. So devoted to her alchemy, Nihka had let slip the very same teaching that had led her to that profession in the first place. Humbled, she promised to spend more time in the field. The guildmaster saw this as an appropriate thanks for her assistance, and wished her well.
Last stop before she left was the conjurer’s guild. Not wanting to intrude, she elected to silently join in on one of the lessons, students gathered around as the ageless child instructed them on the nature of the Shroud and how they might best aid it.
Though she tried not to impose, after the lesson he pulled her aside for two solid bells of gentle disappointment mixed with praise. Abandoning her studies like that did not reflect well on her mentor, whose letter gained her acceptance into the guild, but that her pursuit of alchemy focused on medicine and healing others he admitted was very noble.
They talked about healing and Nihka asked his advice on the regrowth of lost body parts, specifically eyes, but they both already knew that some things were simply beyond healing. It was the balance of nature, all things came with a cost, and magic was a gift not to be taken for granted. Alas, he had other duties to attend. If she chose to return to studying conjury the guild would welcome her happily, but until then may she walk in the light of the crystal.