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Post by Kreans on Aug 3, 2018 21:45:43 GMT -5
Why he needed any knowledge of medicines was beyond him, if a warrior were injured in battle it was left to the shamans and healers to deal with those most injured, any with non-serious injuries would heal given time so there was no need to apply the teachings of these human doctors to it. Kreans would attend the course still as he had the others, but he saw no need in it, if it was the will of nature that he lived then he would and if not then he would die as any other would, were it serious enough it would be out of his hands and into those who had the ability to heal to a far greater degree than he'd ever muster with his complete lack of magics meaning shamanistic healing was forever beyond him. Not that this was a problem, a warrior should be a warrior and a shaman should be a shaman, and for as long as he could remember he had always been a warrior, it had come first in life as it had to most Skaldi in order for them to survive the threats they faced from the SKC and those that they were now apparently allied with.
Still he sat through the talk, watching the demonstrations on various others and mimicking them half heartedly on whatever terrified partner was chosen for him. You'd think what with the Skaldi having joined their Alliance they'd be less scared of a single Saurian, and yet most still showed very obvious fear at even coming near to him, they clearly were not warriors in any way and were weak compared to even the youngest of hatchlings. They tried though, wrapping bandages around imagined wounds and putting various limbs in a sling, one even being so bold as to ask were their any difference were a tail to be injured, something which drew an unsure answer from the instructor leading this lesson.
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Post by Kreans on Aug 3, 2018 21:54:07 GMT -5
Why they used bandages was beyond him anyway, an instructor showed both surprise and revulsion as instead of wrapping a bandage around an imagined wound he instead drew a leaf from his belt, chewing it thoroughly before smearing the thick paste it created across the area. From experience he knew the paste would harden quickly and seal any wound as well as the bandages he had seen being used, it wouldn't soak through anywhere near as quickly and would cling to the skin with no need of tying knots and positioning around the shoulder or other limbs, it was a much easier way utilised by his tribe and one that he was glad to find that the instructors didn't know. When requested not to perform such a spectacle again he argued with the instructor that it was far more effective, in the next practise drawing another leaf and repeating the process much to the instructor's ire, he would not be told what to do by a human in healing after they'd inflicted so many wounds on his own people.
After his demonstration he followed the rest of the classes lead, simply seeking to finish with what he perceived as yet another useless activity he'd been sent to follow that was inferior to that which he already knew from his own tribe and there was no need to have travelled so far to have sat and 'learnt'. While he did not volunteer overly for anything nor put in any more effort than was necessary for the rest of the lesson, he didn't interrupt it at points where he found ridiculous instructions nor cause any more trouble in hopes that would make it end sooner.
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Post by Kreans on Aug 3, 2018 22:04:19 GMT -5
For the remainder of the course he spoke up only three times to provide far simpler solutions, the humans seemed to resort to things they had made rather than what the earth readily supplied for them if only they took the time to look and had the ability to use what they would find. In his opinion the natural course was far easier than that which they'd made to replace it, most of it could be found near anywhere in Cruinthe anyway from what he had seen and been taught himself by the elders, why did they insist on thinking they were better creators than nature itself. Truly he was shocked at some of the stupidity he'd seen from the humans and their half breed counterparts, why had he been sent here to learn from this when he had known most of what was actually necessary for his survival long ago.
It seemed the instructors weren't pleased by his interruptions and each time seemed to grow more irate, he was just trying to educate them in how their problems could be solved with far less effort than what they were trying. If only they'd stop yapping and listen to him it would go a lot smoother and they might even learn something themselves that would help them later on in their lives in a crucial situation where aid was required to be given quickly and efficiently.
What they thought was irrelevant, he had sat through the entirety of their course and survived the sheer boredom and annoyance, how exactly he had no idea but he had. The end of this medicine course marked the end of his more academic trainings, now he could move away from that which required his head and into territory that he was more familiar and definitely more interested in.
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