Black Ice

- Greetings, Lugus, - the Grand Master clasped his hands together and listened attentively to his subordinate. - Herbalism and potion-making skills, whatever they may be, are undoubtedly very useful for our noble cause, which requires the brothers to be in perfect health. I could allocate a room and the necessary equipment for you, but we haven't used these professions within the headquarters for a long time. We obtain most of our potions and concoctions, as well as various medicinal herbs, from a village in the south, where we have established a base specifically prepared for collecting ingredients and producing the aforementioned items. If you believe that this is your calling within the Order, I could transfer you there.

Added 3 minutes later

- I understand. I'll have to ask someone else.
The Koraniec stood up from the table and strode towards the chief scout.
David's footsteps echoed in the northern part of the headquarters. Ah, here's the staircase, it seems. He knocked loudly on the oak door:
- Waimond Lancaster? Is anyone there?

- Open, come in, you're welcome. - the scout's voice replied from inside the room. Seeing David, Waimond merely smiled. - Good day, sand-crawler, what brings you here?