{Video; UN: elvenking}

[tauraran]

If I were able to procure the proper ingredients, would there be any interest in Elven remedies? They are markedly more effective than the medicines of Men and Dwarves, but I cannot speak for the races I do not know.

{Thanks to the Chroma he has acquired, he could start a business. Then - oh then - he will seek a house worthy of a king! For now, he is reclining on a sofa, looking much calmer than he did during his prior broadcast.}

I could offer them as teas, for example, or mix them in dishes with pleasant flavors.

Comments

[halforc]

He's a little bastard sometimes but he's not evil.

[ Humming noncommittally to the unexpected praise, he watches Thranduil for a moment too long before looking away. ]

Is making potions like cooking?

[tauraran]

Mischief isn't evil. {He meets that gaze with an amused expression.} The power doesn't lie in the brewing. I take the energy - the life force - of the plants and direct it into the body or wound.

[halforc]

Like a Cleric would? Uh, a healer?

[tauraran]

Similar, yes. I learned from the greatest Healer on Middle Earth.

[halforc]

You learned from literally the greatest healer in your world? I really hope your potions work now.

[tauraran]

I learned from him; I cannot mimic him. If he were here, I doubt there would be much he couldn't do.