Proof that Foof isn’t Aloof, Forsoof!
Oram wasn’t regretting his decision to attend this function nearly as much as he had expected. The formalities had been short and sweet, the food was good, and the company bearable. People were asking him just enough about the Rangers to give him something to talk about without prying or falling into shop-talk. When Woe mentioned taking his dog out hunting or fishing, Oram smiled, in spite of not really being a dog person himself. ”Chances are, if you enjoy it, your dog will, too,” he offered, not really knowing if that was actually true. Then it was time for a bit more food.
The hunter was not about to overstay his welcome, however, and soon after congratulating Jann, he was thinking about making his exit.
Faith greeted him warmly and then moved on, and Oram thought that that was that. That she came back and asked him about his work with the Rangers surprised him. He fumbled a bit for a reply to her question. ”Oh, erm, yes, I’ve been quite involved with the Rangers lately,” he mumbled, ”much more so than I would ever have expected at the beginning of the arc.” When she mentioned her idea of the Rangers and the Order healers working together, the traveler looked at her as if struck by something. He looked off thoughtfully for a trill or two, then back at Faith.
”You know, that’s actually a great idea,” he responded quietly. He thought another trill. ”I don’t know how many people we could put up in the compound right now; we’re still hot-cotting visiting Rangers as it is. Refed would be the man with the plan for billets. But…hmm, yes. Rangers need herbalists and the Order, I guess, would need to know where to forage safely, and…” he trailed off, the thoughts about the possibilities outracing his ability to put them into words. ”It’s a great idea,” he repeated, somewhat lamely. ”I’ll talk to everyone and see what I can get started. Contact us directly, I guess, or through Jann.” The hunter shrugged, not quite sure how to wrap up the conversation.
Eventually, he had eaten what he could eat, and said what he could say. And Faith had unexpectedly given him a lot to think about and inquire into. With a last nod to the people he knew in the company, Oram slipped outside to head home, with as little fanfare as with which he had entered.


