As he was talking he felt the effects of the poppy seeds starting to take effect, pain easing and his mind seemed to be able to be clear and he seemed to be able to think clearly. Looking at the white femme, he nodded to her. I'm not exactly sure how I broke my rib, I was fine and then I wasn't. I mean it could be that I was running?

Crowe looked down at his feet, opening his mouth to yawn and shake his head some. He wasn't used to the effects of poppy, in fact he was very foreign to most herbs that healers used. What or who I guess? Inspired you to start healing others like me? he tried to keep up with talking, not liking how the poppy had made him suddenly loopy and out of it. He wanted to stay awake, there was this pretty femme with a pretty name sitting before him and he wanted to talk with her more. Maybe it was just the poppy talking or maybe he really did want to talk to her, he didn't really know for absolute sure.