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Dara was nearly astounded by the medical expertise that this woman knew. It seemed like she would have to have spent a great deal of her years with draconians in order to gain the amount knowledge she claimed to have. He did not doubt her, though there was sense she withheld some bit of information, if so than Dara didn’t deem it worth knowing and wouldn’t press on how she acquired her practice. Before he could respond to her Jacob seemed to appear out of nowhere in his usual sun-shiny demeanor, and though Dara could only roll his eyes when he announced himself he paid attention to his statements about the fighting routine. They would now be aware roughly how much time they would have before their own struggles began.

When Jacob turned his attention to their new teammate Dara saw this as his chance to respond to his healer. “My grandmother was a dragonborn, I think I heard once she was from the Vikadi clan or some shit, I dunno I didn’t keep track of that far into my heritage. In any case that makes me only a fourth of their kind, I’m not as durable as my ancestors. Guess that’s why I’m still sore around this area,” The draconic man took his right hand and place the palm under his armpit, he then squeezed gently where the tendons met the muscle bringing a slight wince to his face.

He had deliberately omitted anything concerning his own parents; all of his knowledge on them just brought unwanted memories. Though to be fair, it was only his father he had memories of.