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Tam sighs with relief. "They itch... really bad... and usually when they do that, me wings are trying to sprout... sometimes it's the wings themselves.. and me back looks rather deformed... at other times it's just feathers... seriously.. I've been known to sprout feathers all over me back when I try to suppress them..." He shudders and laughs ruefully. "Try explaining that one away... Hairy backs are one thing... but feathers!"

"Much... thanks, Taro. And I'm trusting ye to let me know if any thing does show up, ok? All day long I was aching to look in a mirror and realized we didn't have one, not even a hand mirror. And if I remember correctly there's not too many of them in town either. Except for some small pocket like ones, that cost a fortune at the pawn shop, I don't remember seeing any for sale, though I have seen one or two about town. Which leads me to believe they are special ordered from somewhere else. Anyway... how is that scaly patch? All better now? Or do you want me to work some oil into it when we get home?"

Tam nods and looks at his hands, he'd like to stay longer but already the claws on the tips of his long fingers are starting to get a bit soft, so he suggests they call it a night and go home.

On the way, he stops by the inn, asking the cub to wait for him outside. He is inside for only a minute or two, then he is back, with two lidded enormous flagons. "Cider for you and ale for me..." he says with a grin. "Let's go find some stories to read to each other, ok? But we can't stay up too late. You are going to have a long day tomorrow."

"For starters, you will need to go to the stationer's for parchment, so you can finish up that letter to Hope." says Tam and he keeps on walking, forcing the cub to catch up if he wants to hear what he has to say. "Then you are going to walk over to the temple so Sharmistra can check you out. Following that, you will meet with Dawnlord Mica about youe studies. He says he is going to take over your magic and history lessons for the interim... says he wants to try a different approach. Then, once you have done all that, you are coming home to make the finished copy of that letter... so I can send it to Hope."

Tam laughs and opens the door of the cottage while manhandling the two mugs with practiced ease. "Oh come on... you know for a fact, you do more than that on a normal day... So let's call this a practice run... iffin ye can handle all that, yer well enough to be set free from my and Shar's tender loving care... well, not mine... I'm still yer guardian, but she'll write ye a clean bill of health, allowing ye to attend class and so on. Fair enough?"

Tam seems to know this and outside the temple infirmary he pauses and gives the cub a gentle shove towards the door. "Go on... off ye go... She won't bite. She's only going to ask you a bunch of questions, check you physically and see where you are with yer math skills. She is going to be yer math instructor, remember. Ye also need to find out what yer responsibilities will be around the clinic. I'm going to talk to Brother Mica for a bit, then head home. So iffin ye need anything, now's the time to ask for it."

Kero starts to the door with a great deal of trepidation....

He's been to the clinic before, on the night that he had that little spat with Hopian, so he is prepared for the clean, crisp efficiency of the outer clinic, but when he crosses over into Shar's inner office, he is stunned. The office is clean, but cluttered beyond belief. How anyone can find anything in it is past his comprehension. A door is opened to another room and from it he hears the sound of someone singing softly to themselves as they work.