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Beowulf wasn't dressed as flashy as the rest of the people that gathered for the summit, really he was the least fashionable there. Dressed in just a green shirt and brown pants, his half moon glasses hung low on his nose as he set off to one side. There were many people here and the noise was something to be desired. With his thick tome propped up on a knee, he looked out over those around.

"A meeting of the minds this is." He uttered to himself beneath the din of other conversation.

His own teacher was absent from this gathering, being that she was caring for someone back home. Oh she wanted to come, but she couldn't leave her patient alone without due care. So she sent Beowulf off in her sted. Running a hand through his hair, Beowulf closed his book with a heavy thud before pulling himself to his feet and headed over towards displays of items from other lands.

Stepping over beside another Yaeli, he looked at the vial that they were holding as they seemed to speak. "I read somewhere that binding something like that to a wound can keep it dry underwater." He commented back, was he right? Who knew, it was something he had read in one of the books that his teacher had.

Beowulf had wandered a short distance off as he was looking at batches of dried herbs. Some being crushed under a grindstone. Others tied tightly in bunches, even the still fresh clippings. He turned his head a little to look back towards the healer that he had spoken to just before, seems that they did have an agreement. The herbs and plants presented would hold great use to the many in all lands. The talk turned to him being here on behalf of his teacher. Sure, one could say that.

"She made the suggestion to come here and see what others have to offer." Beowulf said with a small shrug, "If I had known these was going to be such finery, I might have dressed a little better. But some of us don't have the means of fine clothing."

He looked around at the older scholars and healers that wandered around. Beowulf was like a puddle of mud in the midst of a very clean paved road. But this mattered not to him, he had other things to use his coin on then clothing that was to get filthy the first shout of healing needs. Turning back to the table, he absently pulled at the soft wood rosary that he had been given by those of the Sanctum. He still didn't know their reasons, but it was something he carried and kept close.

Beowulf had picked up a dried batch of herbs before he looked back towards the healer he was speaking to. After a moment of silence he placed the batch back down and pulled his tome into his hands and opened it to a clean page. Though he did flip through a few pages that had other herbs, some of scenes of wilderness, even the large Red Vryhx was illustrated within.

"This is really the first of these events that I have been sent to. I am still young to this line of work." He said picking up a thinly sharpened piece of charcoal and started sketching some of the herbs into his book. "Seeing herbs and other methods of healing from the mainland and other isles are interesting."

At this time, the rosary laid against his shirt, when focus was laid upon it he looked at the light colored beaded thing. The simple symbol that he had applied a small stone to the center of. "This? It was given to me by those of the Sanctum. I joined a few adventurers to investigating the lair of a Red Vryhx. I know not the reason that I was given such an item, but I carry it to someday find answers."

Beowulf looked up from the sketch that he had started of the batch of dried herbs, small notes here and there of the parts of the plants and what they could be used for. He had taken note of the other healer leaning in closer to look over his shoulder at his book. There wasn't much special about the leather bound volume. It was rather thick and the covers were made of a very stiff leather, perhaps even something that was bound in leather with a clasp to help keep it closed. Stopping what he was doing he looked back at the healer.

"This? It's not one of my best sketches. Kind of did it while traveling, some roads aren't as smooth as others." he says as he turned to the pages that held the sketch of the red Vryhx. The red colored pigments were bright against the rough pages. There were small notations around the drawing explaining small things. Like its habitat, attacks it had shown in this fight against it.

"The fight with this beast was a rough one. I wish I had been more helpful to my team mates, but we managed to get out of there alive. Sadly all the treasure that was in the lair was lost in the final explosion." Beowulf explained as he turned to the pages of the spewing volcano that had been the beast's home. "The rewards from the task were generous, though some might have found some a little silly." He recounted as several had shoved candles into his hands as they left.

Shaking his head he looked at the book Jianyu had pulled from his own bag. It seemed that he wasn't the only one? This caused some excitement to enter even Beofulf's eyes. "Sure, but I have a feeling you have seen more than I have. I haven't really left the Island that much." He grimaced remembering the boat ride to and from Yael. "Name's Beowolf." He grinned, holding out a hand in greeting, even though they had been talking for a bit of time.

"It is nice to meet you too Jianyu, you can join me. I am here alone and not quite the social butterfly that I was in my younger days." He chuckled before releasing Jianyu's hand.

"I encountered the red beast when I joined up with a small adventurer group. The Sanctum had put out word that they were going to investigate the volcano. So I though, what the heck, might as well go and see what was happening. I helped aid the mainlanders that made up the most of the group." He said as he fished around in his bag for something. "It was there I was given the Rosary as well as one of these, though most the adventurers gave me theirs." he pulled out one of the stout light lavender candles with the mark of Lurin etched into the wax. "It was a fair interesting encounter. Though a brutal one. We're not even sure of we actually defeated the Vryhx or it just escaped to appear somewhere else."

A shudder did roll through Beowulf at the thought of the explosion that had knocked him and other down. For a moment in that instance he had thought he would have met his makers, but thankfully the other healer of the group was able to help heal everyone. They all managed to escape the cavern with their lives and receive rewards for their troubles and near death experiences.

"I have yet to ask anyone from the Sanctum why I was given the rosary. I am sure I will find out someday, but as it is, I carry it as well as one of the candles where ever I go. Who knows when you need to calm someone's emotions." Beowulf grinned a little. "But enough about me, have you had any adventures?" He wondered, curiously, surely he wasn't the only one here that has seen things that would make others curious.

Beowulf gave a dismissive wave as if what he did wasn't anything that spectacular. Sure he went up against something on the range of a dragon and survived, had thing been different he probably wouldn't have. "I went mostly to investigate what was going on like those from the Sanctum. I didn't expect to be pulled in, I was just going to watch the Vryhx, make notes of its habits and stuff. But it attacked and the others attacked it back." He was a bit sad that he couldn't have done more research while the beast was there, but someday he may have another chance.

"The rosary is a treasure for sure. Don't even know anyone else that has received one from them." To this he shrugged before moving away from the table that they were still standing near. "Not all that boring. I still live outside my own village. Found out that I don't like crossing the seas on boats." He chuckled a little. "I was sick the whole way to Matori and back. Swore I would never step onto another ship again."

Beowulf moved off to the side where there were some small tables to sit at. It was here he laid his book down on said table. The crowds around the tables and displays were getting thicker and he wanted to wait for the throngs to thin again before heading back over.

"Someday I might get up the courage to travel to the mainland again. Just not any time soon."

Beowulf gave a chuckle at the thought of crossing the seas again. Perhaps if there were a way to fly over them. He hadn't ever heard of anyone doing that, he doubted even the most skilled rider could get their mount to cross so much open water and make it to the other side. "When we learn to fly I might go back." He said in jest. "For now I will keep my feet on solid ground. There are still many mysteries here on our homeland that have yet to be found."

One spot he would like to go was the Sanctum to see just what mysteries he could find there. He had seen the building when he traveled with his teacher, but that felt like so long ago now. Glancing over towards the market where the rest of the summit was converging, he was glad to be out of it until the crowds thinned down. As it was he had something to finish within his book, it would have to be done from memory once again.

"So what village do you come from? I live outside the small town of Vares. Small, but it is home." he chuckled turning back to the herb that he had been sketching, wanting to finish it. "I don't know about you, but I am getting a but peckish. Just a few more strokes to this and I think I might head to find something to eat, how about you?" He asked looking towards Jianyu over the tops of his glasses as he dragged the charcoal over the page to finish the last loops to the herb blossom.