[i]Quite the crafty young type, this one. I can appreciate that.[/i]

"Myself?" Leo put his hand to his chest, "Well, when I was very young, I started off reading about the human body and how it works from books, then I persuaded a healer to apprentice me for several years, then I traveled to find out more." Leo's eyes wandered to one side as he recalled, "I came upon the establishments of lore-keepers, who, among books about healing magic itself, expanded my understandings of other races. In terms of their health, mostly." He held out both his palms, "Each time I learned something new, I was closer to what I wanted to find, but still so far away." He brought his hands back and waved one in front of his snout, "In fact, I came here to find out more. I'm still searching." He leaned back a little and kept both hands on the table, "So you could say that I taught myself a lot, but much is based on what I learned as an apprentice."

Leo sniffed and looked at the jar of paste on the table. Curious, he picked it up and removed its lid, looking at its contents and smelling it. Whatever it was, it smelled fresh. "So, you're a guild alchemist then? Not such a bad organisation..." accepting Tala's implied offer of help, Leo put down the jar and carefully tried to undo his bandage in order to apply the balm. "... if a little close-minded, but you know what they say, 'to a man with a hammer, everything is a nail'." Leo said rather insensitively. Having dealt with various organisations like the alchemist's guild, he was shown the door on a number of occasions when probing for knowledge that they would rather protect. Of course they always had other reasons, ones they liked to use because 'principles' sounded more justified than just keeping their secrets. With his bandage unraveled, Leo took some of the balm with a couple of fingers and spread the cold substance over his wound, scrunching his nose when it made contact. [i]Stings like a true medicine.[/i] After applying the paste, Leo retied his bandage feeling a little safer already. He would have had to risk sleeping through the night before being able to heal the wound completely on his own. The fae's throat was something so small that it was well within his current levels of energy, but a flesh wound on a larger and more mundane creature such as himself would require more effort. Replacing the cap and pushing the jar back across the table, Leo nodded. "Thank you," he said flatly, "I owe you one."

Leopold glanced towards the door. That dwarf, Caelyn, he was taking a while doing whatever he was doing. Dismissing the thought, Leo turned back to Tala. "How about your learning? Has it been through the guild exclusively? And your sewing and weaving?"