Chapter 154 Botanists

As soon as he heard Jace ask the question, Grid’s mouth, which had been chewing incessantly, braked for a moment.

“There are.” Kefal said, “And quite a few. Once accidentally poisoned in a forest controlled by Amani, how could it be possible to save them so promptly every time? Those aftereffects are very severe on combat abilities, affecting vision, even blinding, affecting the ability to consciously control limbs, in short almost no way to continue with the duties of a farseer if left untreated.”

“Is there a cure?” Jace asked, and Grid followed suit, looking up to witness Kefal.

Kefal said, “Our ancestors fought the trolls during the time of the Khadoran Empire, which had already bred evil bats and giant snakes with that kind of poison, and the druids who were taught nature in those days were able to channel the forces of nature and life to save these seemingly incurable and permanent damages, and restore the body to its original state. “

“Druids?” Jace asked, “Are there druids in Quel’thalas too?”

“No.” Kefal said with considerable certainty.

“Doesn’t that mean there’s no cure?” Grid said impatiently.

“Why are you the one in such a hurry?” Kefal asked.

When he saw Grid, he visibly took more than a passing glance.

Glancing at his eyepatch and then to his hand, Kefal asked, “Jace Sesso wouldn’t be talking about you, would he? Is your one eye caused by bat poison?”

“Or what?” Grid said, “Is it hard to let your elven pointy ears poke me blind?”

“You need to stop obsessing about pointy ears, dwarf.” Kefal said impatiently, “We’ve never found anything wrong with the shape of the ears, how offensive can that insult be? It’s as if you’d feel insulted if I called you a bearded man?”

This comment exasperated Griddles to no end before he finally said, “How about I’m just willing to scream?”

“Whatever.” Kefal said, “So do you want to be cured of your disability?”

“It’s not like you can do anything about it.” Grider said.

“I thought you said there were no druids who could help?” Jace asked.

“Druids are not.” Kefal replied, “But Quel’dorei’s Arcane can do things like mimic the magic of the Druids and manipulate the life force. Since we control the Arcane Arts, then just ask the Arcane Arts to solve everything Know why the Forest of Winged Songs is only separated from East Wilde by a single hill, yet it seems like two worlds altogether? it’s more than just the Well of the Sun. Our Arcanists and Botanists are far better at transforming nature than those old curmudgeons, and curing your problems is a lot easier than resurrecting a dead tree, Mr. Dwarf.”

“If we don’t have a way to treat the after-effects of this, then a third of the senior rangers in the Farseer are probably crippled with little ability to fight. After all, we’re not dwarves who can smash a young dragon to death with an injury like that.”

Yeah, botanists, why hadn’t Jace thought of that, those blood elf botanists in the Outlands, living in the Storm Fortress knew a lot of nature spells, almost like druids really.

If Kefal hadn’t mentioned it, he wouldn’t have been able to make the connection himself for a moment.

Hearing the other say that, Grid got excited all of a sudden, naturally he didn’t want to get so excited because of the news this elf had brought, but still the expression on his face was about to be overwhelmed.

He glanced at Jace as if to express “Of course it’s true!” “Elves really do have a way!” Something along those lines, but only to see Jace still staring at Kefal, not looking particularly excited.

“I’m afraid you have to go into Silvermoon City to meet a botanist, don’t you?” Jace asked.

“Yes.” Kefal glanced at the Dwarf and then back to Jace, “That’s the biggest problem, as keen as these scholars are to study plants outside of Quel’Thalas, they have no interest in setting foot outside the borders of the kingdom, and it’s never easy to get them to leave the protection of Bantinorel to delve into the savagery out there.”

“I can go in your place, I don’t care about getting elfin taint on me!” Grid said immediately.

Kefal looked at him and smiled, “Nice try.”

“Why is everything so hard.” Grid said mournfully.

“There are always scholars with eccentric personalities, aren’t there?” Jace asked, “I mean as opposed to other scholars who don’t want to go out of their way.”

“I suppose there are.” Kefal said, “But the botanists in Silvermoon City are all nobles among nobles, so even I don’t have much of a chance of getting to know them, and other farriers have a hard time reaching them if they aren’t injured. For example, the friend who sent me to the Twilight Forest to fetch herbs, he is a botanist’s servant. You see, I’m still working for their servant.”

Jace was a bit helpless, not to mention how hard it was to meet an elven nobleman who couldn’t even touch a farseer’s instructor, even if he finally found a way to get in touch, most of these elves who lived deep in the city of Silvermoon were traditionally old-fashioned and xenophobic in the extreme, so how were they going to get them to get in touch with a dwarf, or even help with a handicap?

But nothing else seemed to work except this elven way, and if there was a way, Grid would have known about it already, I’m afraid.

Besides the elves, the ones who clashed with the trolls the most were the Brute Hammer Dwarves, and dwarves never fought poison by fighting it hard, so if they weren’t much good at it, the others were even less so.

“That will be all, gentlemen.” Kefal got up and straightened his tunic and said, “We should get going, I’ll get the bill settled, just enjoy yourselves you two and I’ll see you later.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kefal.” Jace said.

“I didn’t do anything either.”

Kefal bowed slightly and walked quickly out of the tavern, leaving the two men with dry eyes.

“Cruel bastard.” Grid muttered, “Gives hope and snuffs it out himself.”

Jace took one of those cookies the elf had been eating and put it in his mouth and tasted it, a light sweetness like a sugar substitute oligo flavor with a little fruity note if anything. “Take your time, Grid, don’t rush.”

He handed the dwarf a piece and said, “This stuff is pretty tasty.”

“How can I not be in a hurry.” The dwarf took it over and chewed on it, sighing deeply, “We have to return to Stormwind by January, which is a month away.”

Jace said, “A month s time …… Even if Quelzaras is completely open to us, it will take a long, long journey to get there, I don t think we can think about it this time.”

Grider took another piece and said, “You’re right, there really isn’t much of a show, let’s talk about something else.”

“As it happens, I have another good topic here.” Jace licked his lips, organized his words a little, and said, “What if there was a rich man who had a very precious treasure in his house that he never told anyone about, nor allowed anyone else to know about, because it involved the lives of their entire family, their future, and so on. At that moment a very powerful thief plans to go in and steal this treasure for himself, as an outsider who knows the thief’s plans in advance, how do you alert the rich man about this?”