NaNoWriMo: Day 12 complete! 1,983 words for a grand total of 21,524! Some of these are actually kind of good. They say to write what you know. Apparently writing about a character who's also going through writer's block is working for me! -keep writing, keep writing-
“It seems the gods smile favourably on you, little gnome, to place you in my path just as you need the services of a fully trained and highly skilled cleric.” The elf pulled a pouch from his belt and slowly untied the strings. He dipped his fingers inside and pulled out a few dried leaves between his middle and forefingers and held them out to the gnome.
“They are quite potent, so you will only want to use one a day. I have enough here for three days. Sniff them. The scent will temporarily help.”
Thorberta looked down at the leaves in her palm somewhat skeptically. She wasn't sure what to expect, as the only cleric she had ever met had been the life of a Ghouls and Goblins party with the animated skeleton of his grandmother. A person can't exactly ask a pile of bones how it feels to have someone manipulating them with spells or strange poultices as any and all opinions would originate from the spell-caster. However, these leaves looked harmless enough and certainly not as scary as the mustard and garlic poultice she’d been instructed to wear on her chest that one winter to ward off the bitter cough. How much harm could one little sniff do, anyway? Besides make her sneeze, or grow six feet in height, or somehow turn into an ostrich. These things had been known to happen, after all. Yet if they could quell the awful sensations in her tummy, wouldn’t it be worth turning into an ostrich just to get rid of the nausea?
Of course it was.