"Gillee, do you mind putting two pots of water on the fire? A big one and a small one?"
Nodding to the goblin, Gillee put her mortar and pestles on the table. She dumped her bucket of water into the big pot. "Is that enough?"
"One more bucket for the big pot, and then add a small pot on the side or something," Rizz explained while emptying his arms on the countertop. "Line all the herbs, plants, and seasonings along the wall. I'll want to see anything and everything I've got to work with.
"And now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some more patients to check out."
The goblin scurried out of the hut before either woman could respond. And Rizz didn't bother waiting for the old chiefs to follow him. He rushed into the first hut, warmed himself up, and took a peak at the three wounded elkkin.
