Daniil gives a vague nod of understanding. He had noticed that Celehar's voice is a bit rougher than one of his age should be, but he hadn't guessed it was from a plague. Truly, Celehar had the Bachelor's condolences. Though if that's all he came away with, he was likely one of the lucky ones.

As Dankovsky comes from such a secular region he isn't used to places that are so religious, his time in the Town-On-Gorkhon even being strange to him. He really isn't one for mysticism and such inclinations but others seem to hold so strongly to them.

"Ah, a surgeon, and a folk healer- A Menkhu, if I remember the word correctly." Danill softly corrects, though it's not much of a correction, "He cuts flesh and makes tinctures out of herbs, he has my respect and we worked well together. The language is some sort of Steppe language, I don't know the name of it, or if it even had a formal name."