Leander was weeding the herbal garden silently. Under the watchful gaze of his client. An old healer by the name of Tom. Tom was missing his left arm, and his face was littered by scars. But the aged healer's gaze was sharp and attentive.
What was more, it was full of approval. Leander was careful not to pull out the herbs, knowing full well how to differentiate them from the weeds.
Leander didn't move from a patch until it was weeded. Tom was glad. Usually, Tom had to bark at the adventurers that they have missed a spot. To grumble and shame them into doing their jobs. This healer was different.
What Tom worried about was that the chubby boy could drop from the heat. This autumn was too warm by far, and the sun was relentless. The old healer stood up and went back inside. He filled a glass with water and placed a slice of lemon inside.
Then, he carried the drink to Leander.
"Here you go. If you need more, just say so," Tom said, offering the glass.