Do you want the chair ... No? Then I shall have it ... it is good to sit by the fire awhile. What would you like to know ... there is nothing so great about me. I live by the work of my hands ... birthing, healing, burying. You might be suprised, for many people I have been their first touch coming into the world and their last touch as they leave it. No- I do not think you are either today! But that is a bad cough... I should have something in my pack that will ease it. I do not need payment, the fire and the tea is enough, truly. From here, a few days walk over the hills ... I grow short on a few things, and the wilds are so generous in bark and leaf. I may even seek out my cousin, it is too long since I saw him last, and he will have a few fine tales to tell. And how about you? What is happening hereabouts? Your family, friends... how is life, are you safe - I have heard all manner of things recently. Any bit of news for a traveller?