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"That is good to hear." Carol rubs her hands on her waist before inspecting the medallion. "But that is sad to hear. Though I guess there was no way in turning them over to our side. Irredeemable and all that."

"You wouldn't be so sad about it if you'd seen what they did to that temple. They went out of their way to vandalize carvings, had slaves chipping away at the ice in nothing but rags, and were even using a priceless tome as fuel for their cooking fire. And they were trespassing on Society property."

She stands up and collects her things before heading for the door.

"Well, I have to go write my report now, so I'd better get going. Thanks again for the healing."

Carol nods. "Well, then that is good. May you not need to return here unless it is only for a check up." She smiles as the Half-Elf leaves.

Turning to the new comer, Carol sees that the other healers have arrived. Ah, Doctor Barjandar arrived, and... And Doctor Love. Sheesh. She sighs as she notices the tiefling.

She then turns her attention towards the patient Doctor Barjandar is attending to. Not recognizing who she is, she wonders why is a Half-Elf has hair like that of a gnome. What the?...

Knowledge Local, Untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 Max 10

She stares at the half-elf before she recalls who she calls herself. "Ah! You're the Elven Spear! The one going around the Foreign Quarter helping people! I didn't know you were a Pathfinder too!" She exclaims.

She walks forward to greet her before being caught off guard by Doctor Love's remark. "Erm... I have not heard of that before, except only in stories. But, I hope they're not turned into real chickens, just made to think they are. Else I think I may want to rethink my lunch." As she finishes with a slight grimace.

"That is good to hear." Carol rubs her hands on her waist before inspecting the medallion. "But that is sad to hear. Though I guess there was no way in turning them over to our side. Irredeemable and all that."

There's a sudden shuffle of paper from a nearby office before a young woman hurriedly speaks. "Ah? Oh! Be right there." There is more shuffling of paper before a human woman with light brunette hair walks out of the office over to the Half-Elf.

"Oh my. Let me cast a cure light wound spell upon you first." As the woman said as she then begins to cast and one of her hands start to glow.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

With a light touch on the half-elf's shoulder, the rejuvenating energy mends up quite a few wounds. "I hope that helps a bit. My name is Carol, and.." She looks around the Infirmary and sighs. "I guess I am the only healer on duty so far. Is there any other pain or discomfort you are feeling?" Directing her attention back to the Half-Elf.

A young maiden with light brunette hair walks into the courtyard as if she is looking for someone, or maybe something. Walking up to the others, it is clear she is looking for someone. "Um, greetings. My name is Carol, Carol Silverstar. Have you happen to have seen a wizard teleport here or something with a woman? He was going on and on about research findings, but she was a patient at the clinic."

She sees the odd creature that has graced the courtyard of the Silver Crusade. "Oh! I didn't know one of the Centaur people joined the Society! Hm, but I thought they didn't accept your kind due to the size of your... Oh, erm, sorry." Looking a bit embarrassed, she looks away momentary, and looks up to the rooftops of the surrounding buildings. She looks back to the centaur. "Oh... Anyway, we have a healer's clinic on site and back here at the Grand Lodge. So if you get injured, please come by. Though... As a healer, I hope we don't ever have to meet in such a place."

She gives the centaur a soft smile. "It was nice to meet you, but I really need to find her." She shakes her head and sighs as she continues her search. "Higher ranked pathfinders and their eccentricities. I wish those could be healed as well."

"Oh dear." As a ratfolk arrives and see a feast begin. Seeing the Ratfolk offer a chew to the healers.
Kn Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
She realize that is Shoanti Barbarian Chew. Isn't only good for barbarians who focus themselves in combat? Unless he's one of them, I don't see it working for him.

Seeing Doctor Love's is about to finish casting his spell, she sees many meals appear on various tables within the Infirmary. "Erm... I don't think that is a great idea here..." She sighs as she bears witness to the food.

Carol looks to Dr Love with a odd look. "Doesn't that happen enough in the magical research department?" She looks down and then walks back to the desk where she was sitting earlier.

"Smrt? I haven't heard a name like that before." As Carol looks at the man in white robes. "And about that spell, I haven't heard about it before either. You'd have to see about finding one of those people that use their minds, and not the divine." She tilts her head and smirks slightly. "And, I didn't mean to make it rhyme... Sorry." She looks back towards the board to make sure it is order.

"Oh..." As Carol exclaims. "I'll put you under assistant healer then." She turns to the chalkboard and puts the name Halloran under Assistant Healers.

With that done, and haven't heard the name from the other man, she turns to him. "I don't think I have seen a man come through here whom looks similar to you. I am sorry. But what is his name? Maybe we can get a messenger to look for him?"

Carol notes the two new arrivals into the infirmary. She notes the tall brown skinned man cast a spell on the Dwarf.
Spellcraft to Identify Spell: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Carol raises an eyebrow when she figures out what kind of spell it was. "Oh! Endure Elements. I did not think of that. That works too, as long as he does not go near any rather hot places that the spell does not cover." She gets back up and heads to the board.

She turns to the man in whites robes with red trim. "I am sorry, but I don't think I got your name?" She turns to the meditative man named Halloran and greets him. "Welcome. I'll put your name on the board... Since you said you can heal many ailments, shall I put you as one of the lead healers?"

"I have heard of... Torch? I never met the guy though." Carol ponders a bit. "But I have heard of the times he likes to "Greet" people in a bathtub. Ick. Anyway..."

She puts the book down gently on the desk. "Well, for one. The tub could be anything that can have your whole body submerged in water. Big enough barrel cut in half. A big cast iron pot. Who knows really." Carol shrugs a bit before continuing. "You can look into a portable tub too. Basically a large waterproof canvas on a wooden frame. Easy to put together, and take apart."

She puts her hands on her lap. "Getting water, well, is easy, you get it, or ask someone to get it for you. Though if you want a remedy added to it, asked a healer for that."

Carol turns back around to see the scarred dwarf. "Oh my. Are you alright Mr Dwarf? Er, to cool off? I have my cantrip spell of Create Water. Would that be suitable?"

She gets up and goes to the back to retrieve a large bottle. "This should be decent." As she mentions while walking back to the Dwarf. She puts the bottle on the desk, and casts Create Water into the bottle. She hands the now full bottle to him before speaking. "It will last for a day. So please enjoy it."

She looks at the dwarf and she raise an eyebrow.
Heal On Dwarf: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
She sits back down before thinking a bit. Noting his condition. "Though if you like, I might be able to fix together a soaking tub for you."

Carol turns to Doctor Love. "Who needs treatment?" As she has a confused look on her face. She glaces around the room, and doesn't notice anyone new arriving.

Carol looks towards Barjandar. "Ah, sorry. I think there is a step ladder over..." She gestures with a book in her hand till she is pointing towards a step ladder at the far end of the infirmary along with a few others. "There. There are a few more of them too."

She turns back to the desk and is about to open the book when there are talks about demonic mammoths. "...What? No. Nononono. I have heard of Huge demons. They are really not nice. Don't let a demon have a strength of a mammoth. That would definitely be, down right evil." She waves the book she is holding in front of her face.

Carol puts the chalk down on the board before having a seat nearby. "Well, it is nice to meet both of you then." She glances at the board before continuing. "Markov and Phil. Well, the board is there to so people know who is in, and if they are ready. With most at the local temple to Sarenrae, not many choose to help out here. I mean, we do have those... Teleporting Wizards and the Hao Jin Tapestry. So this place is like a busy harbor." She turns to the Tiefling. "And yes, I have to say I am glad that there are not patients today. Though in our line of work, such things are needed."

She looks at the various books on the desk and pulls one out of a stack. "You know, I had to do a couple things the first day I was here. Had to use the Cure Light Wounds and Lesser Restoration spells that day." She taps a finger on the bindings of the book. "Also had to help a man adjust to life of the Society. One of those... Mix-up with Dreng again."

Carol turns to see the new arrivals into the Infirmary. She smiles as she notes that they mention that they are healers. A weird little thing and a gnome.
Kn. Local Max 10: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
A Wayang. Okay.
Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18

"Ah, excuse me." As she says to the Tiefling. Turning to the arrivals, she greets them. "Hello, welcome to the Infirmary. Thankfully it is empty right now, but in our profession, that won't last." She sighs before continuing.

"My name is Carol Silverstar, oracle and assistant healer of the Society. If you'd like, I'll write your name on the board so people know you are in?" Carol moves over to the board to prepare writing in names when she noticed that she did not write in her name. Oh, oops" And she fills in a line in the assistant column with her name.

"Eek! Carol shrieks as she doesn't noticed the Tiefling arriving into the Infirmary. She spins around on the stool she is sitting on... And spins around for a while.

When it finally stops, She tries to stand up, but then sits back down, holding her dizzy head. "Dont... Do... That..." She looks towards him after he speaks. "Oh... Um, I don't need healing. I came here in case anyone came in that does need healing." As Carol explains. She calms down before standing. A bit woozy still, she introduces herself. "My name is Carol Silverstar. If you are need of healing;" She looks around the Infirmary before turning back to the Tiefling. "I guess I will be the one that will heal you."

She gives him a quick look, and then raises an eyebrow.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
"Um, are you really a healer?"

Getting back to the Infirmary, Carol worries as she prepares for any patients within. I wonder if any healers are in too... Though I kinda hope no one is here.

Carol finishes getting ready and enters the infirmary proper and sees no one around. ... I guess the healers is on call somewhere. She looks around and sees on the board that nearly everyone is out and about since the Grand Lodge got attacked.

She sighs and decides to take a seat to wait around till anyone comes in. "I kinda hope that any of the healers come back. It is kinda creepy here alone."

"Oh, I forgot about Mithril. And those suggestions sound good. Thank you Mr Steelblood." Carol nods at the dwarf and smiles. "But... Since I have no missions as of yet, I should report in to the clinic to help out with healing and such. It was nice speaking with both of you, Tempi and you Mr Steelblood. Good day, and I hope I don't have to see either, or any of you in there. Be well!" With that, Carol heads out, with Thomas following her.

Carol is oblivious to her surroundings due to figuring out how much a wand of Share Language would cost. ".... And carry that, final price is... 4500 Gold! Erm... I do want that wand." Carol sighs but resigns from that thought for the time being.

Turning to the dwarf. "Armor smithing? Hm, I was thinking about getting some armor for Thomas here. But I don't think I can get anything better than masterwork studded leather armor, since it looks like it won't slow it down." She pats Thomas the riding dog on the head before continuing. "I have been thinking about getting new armor for myself, so I can move a bit more faster. Maybe a breastplate or something. What do you think Mr. Steelblood?"

"Share... Language?"
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Carol listens to Tempi's description of the spell. Oh?.... Oh! That would help alot! Why didn't I think of that!? Carol smiles as she realizes how much it can help her. "Wow! That spell would help greatly. And yes, I am able to speak it normally outside of stressful situations." She is about to head out before she realizes how much such a wand would cost. "Wait... Wouldn't it cost quite an amount of gold to just buy it? I am not sure I have the funds right now." Carol starts to frown before she takes a deep breath and has a smile instead. "At least now I know what I would like to have in the future. In terms of wands that is."

"Eh? Oh... Sorry." Carol coughs slightly before continuing. "I speak Celestial and Aklo when stressed. And that is the only two languages I can understand when stressed too. Though I have to admit, it isn't that bad, I guess. Other than during combat, I am alright." Carol smiles softly. "I guess the spell, Comprehend Language would help greatly in combat and other stressful situations."

Carol tilts her head slighty, having a quizzical look on her face. "Psychic...? Hm, is that another form of Fortune Telling?"

When Kharrum asks her about what she does, she fidgets a bit before speaking. "Er.. I heal people. I feel it is my duty to do so... And honestly, I don't think what far off heritage can really affect what I do. I can channel like a good cleric, and I can cast curing spells in battle without being attacked. Though if my heritage caused me to speak in different tongues in battle, I don't care for it." Carol lets out a sigh

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Carol winces and looks away, covering her face with her hands as Tempi causes another one of the creatures to appear. But after a few seconds, she moves a couple fingers and peeks through her hands. The creature looks to have many rune tattoos on it. Seeing it shrink and not becoming a horror, she calms down again and uncovers her face, paying attention to the next image or a vessel appear next to the now shrunken creature. Carol notes the great control Tempi has over the spell. Wow, it is like watching a book come to life, I guess.

Finally noticing the dwarf in the room, she greets him. "Phew. I am glad he didn't show the other one... Um, greetings Mr Dwarf, my name is Carol Silverstar. By the way you put it Mr Dwarf, you sound like you have been through a lot."

When its suggested that she's a noble too.
Carol waves her hands vigorously in front of her, trying to dissuade any accusations that she could be a noble. "I am just a small town girl! Nothing more!" Carol exclaims. She calms down slightly before speaking again. "Honestly, I didn't know I was an Aasimar before I got here. Just a simple girl that likes to do good, nothing more." Carol sighs after her explanation.

How to treat others.
Carol shakes her head a bit to try to calm herself down. "People just want to be treated nicely. No matter what race and gender. Nothing more."

"Yes, I can see that. And that is very true Tempi. Often on missions I am wearing armor, and wielding a cold iron morningstar if there is no one that needs healing at the time. Though I have to say, I think I might be gravitating to spells that... Stall or disable enemies." Carol notices the handshake that Tempi gives, or maybe receives from Misaki.
Kn Nobility Max 10, Take ten: 10 = 10
Carol's eyes blink a couple times before she tilts her head like Thomas would do. "Erm... Are you a noble born too? I mean, I didn't know." Carol asks to Misaki. She seems to be becoming slightly flustered.

Kn Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Carol ponders on who or what the God is Shizuru. I don't seem to recall her, or him. But if she says that her goddess is, I believe her. She looks towards Misaki, noting her personality and how she holds herself, including the bird. She seems to be like me. Though much more willing to stop evil than trying to just heal the wounded.

Carol smiles slightly. "Sarenrae is a god of redemption and healing and such. Though personally I follow the Blessed Attendant, Dalenydra. Her followers are healers. Be it within places of healing, or on the battlefield....!" With a look of surprise, Carol looks down to see Thomas sitting next to her. "Oh! I forgot to introduce Thomas here. He is very friendly. Say hi Thomas." Thomas the riding dog lets out a loud bark.

Carol shuffles a bit. "Well, Aasimar are normally already a "half" race. Kinda ike Half-Elves and Half-Orcs. Aasimar's.... Blood can lay dormant for many generations, before revealing itself in a child, either as a true Aasimar, or like me, an aasimar whom is more muddled. The least amount could be said for celestial sorcerers. And honestly, Aasimars could appear in any race, but it is mostly humans that are noticeable." She slumps her shoulders a bit after the explanation. "And how they differ...? Well, Aasimar have certain resistance to energy, and typically can see in the dark for a fair distance. So not much difference." Carol shrugs after finishing her last statement.

Noticing the illusion changed back into a more nicer form, Carol takes a deep breath and looks around. I am glad that is over with. That was.. Disturbing. Listening to Tempi, she notes when he mentions goverment, and caste system. "Wait, they are all of one race? I have no idea such a people existed like th-"

She ducks slightly as a bird flies past. "What!?" She looks around noticing the little bird. "Oh... It's only a little brown bird. Thought it was something else." Carol takes a deep breath to calm down.

When a Minkian woman comes in, Carol immediately knows what she is. "Ah. Erm, the bird you call Whistle is right there." She points towards the brown bird. "May I ask you something? Oh! Sorry, let me introduce myself. I am Carol Silverstar. An Aasimar of distant relation. Are you an Aasimar as well?"

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Carol looks on in wonder as Tempi's "Crew" Appears. Wow... I never seen creatures like those before. And...! Carol's eyes widen in horror as they change before her. Oh... By the Gods! Carol takes a couple steps back away from the illusion. "My word... Wh-What caused... That." She gestures towards the illusion. "So horrific..." Carol looks away to calm herself.

It takes a bit before Carol speaks again. "I am sorry. I know of horror that I have read in books, and some I have seen. But nothing compares that what I just witnessed." She tries her best to look at Tempi, trying to avoid the illusion, and she tries to disbelieve what she seen.
Will Save to Disbelieve: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11That did not work.
Seeing the illusion not fade, Carol can't bear to look towards Tempi. She takes a deep breath before continuing. "Again, I am sorry for your loss. To live with such horror, many others don't seem to be able to live at all with such... Visions. And I understand such things. Being a healer, I have seen people afflicted with wounds of the body, and of the mind. It can be sad."

Carol raises a eyebrow towards Tempi when he starts laughing. ... Is he laughing... Oh, he stopped. She listens quietly while Tempi explains himself. Oh. He is an oracle as well? Hm... I don't think I heard of that curse though. Sounds similar to being haunted or something.

Carol watches as Tempi drop his book, it closes and floats around before being flying towards Nyphi and then dropping to the ground. "You should be careful of such things. Though I can understand that "curse". It seems similar to being haunted or something..." She ponders for a bit before her eyes widening and looking towards Tempi in surprise. "Wait... You mean that your whole crew... Is here, now? As... Er... That sounds like something from Numeria or something."

I follow the Empyreal Lord of Battlefield Healing, The Blessed Attendant, Dalenydra. Though she was not the one that gave me my abilities. I am an oracle, cursed with my "gifts". My curse takes the form of speaking in tongues when stressed. That is why I focused on healing, easier to heal someone than to just tell them to stop." Carol looks down at her feet for a few seconds before looking back up at Tempi. "I am able to channel like a good cleric, and my cure spells seem to not draw attention from enemies when I am healing people. Though, it is challenging to tell someone to hold still when trying to heal them in combat when you don't understand each other."

Carol blinks a couple times when she looks at the tattoo. "What an interesting tattoo of an hour glass. Must have hurt when you got it." She tilts her head slightly trying to understand what he meant by shrine to the many. Does he mean like a memorial? Wow, he is a very nice person! "Oh, you have been to the tower as well. Hm, I don't think I recall any major conflict there. Just rather quiet."

When Tempi asks why she joined the Silver Crusade instead of others, she becomes a bit confused. Why I joined? Er.. Natural fit I guess. "It just fits I guess. My abilities heal people, healing wounds, and mending other abilities for now.

But other than that, I nurse people back to health, either with care, or my spells."

Oh... Your people sound much more advance than us on Golarion. Er.." She is slightly caught off guard by the question. "Thomas? He's really a breed that is used for riding dogs. They are rather large, nearly as big as a normal person! That is why they are used by smaller folk, like Gnomes and Halflings. But mine knows how to track. Was trained by a group of guides in the River Kingdoms. Oh! That place might be of interest to you. The town nearby had a strange clock that I had to go investigate." She is rather animated in explaining her mission. "And with it all said and done, on the way out, those very same guides gifted me one of their tracking dogs. Which was very nice of them." At the end of her story, Thomas the Tracking dog lets out a loud bark.

After Carol hears the description of Aetherships, she wonders if they are anything she read about. "Are Aetherships similar to airships or alchemical dragons? Both of them could be considered lighter than air, right?" Carol leans over to pat Thomas on the head. "....... Erm, What is a Sky Dock? Is it a regular dock, but in the air?" Carol asks questionably.

Carol is slightly taken aback due to all the new people arriving. A fox and her Elk. Wow, that is something I haven't seen before. Is she a druid? Thomas the dog wanders over to them, but then is stopped by a "Pop" of a man appearing in front of him. Carol is surprised by the strange looking man. Whoa, where did he come from!? He said aethership captain? Is that a new type of sailboat that he commands? Carol doesn't really notice the dwarf enter the room before walking over to the two people that arrived already. "Th-Thomas, here boy."

Thomas the dog sniffs at the man in white and then tilts its head, looking at him. And Carol walks over next to her pet and greets the man in white, and the Fox with Elk. "Um, hello there, my name is Carol, it is nice to meet both of you. Um... What is a Aethership that you are a captain of?" She directs the question to Captain Fugit.

With her Master being momentary confused, Thomas wanders over to the woman that just arrived. He sniffs the edges of her clothing and sits down next to her, letting out a loud bark right after. Carol blinks in surprise wondering why Thomas barked. "Oh, welcome back Miss. Er... Do you require healing?"

"Kick Ass?" Carol has a confused look on her face for a few seconds before continuing. "Er... If you mean in combat, which I think that is what you mean, I don't "kick the ass". I tend to heal and mend and such. And why would I want to kick a donkey?"

Squatting down, Carol pets her pet dog on the head. "Yes, he's very nice." Noticing Thomas the Dog looking at the new comers, she stands once again and sees Thomas going over to them to sniff. Carol giggles slightly as Thomas went over to them with no hesitation. "Oh, I'm sorry. Thomas is friendly with people of the Society." Carol walks over to them as well. "My name is Carol Silverstar, and this is Thomas, my companion while not on missions. It is nice to meet both of you."

"It is nice to meet you Marros. Pharasma is a nice god to follow, but the Society has shown me many teachings of different gods. I follow the Empyreal Lord Dalenydra, Blessed Attendant. She seems to suit me quite well due to my compassion for our allies." Noticing the woman, Carol understands her situation. Carol turns and lets out a loud whistle, and a large dog comes up to her. "We do what we must, to make sure people get by. Miss, would you like to pet Thomas? He's a dog that I received as a gift from my last mission. He is very friendly."

"Ah..." She sighs after hearing him say homesick. "Many of us are kinda in the same situation. We either left due to a calling, a need to do something, or just simply could not stay." She looks sadden somewhat, but then it clears soon after. "For me, it was due to becoming an oracle I guess. When stressed, I can only speak the language of the good outsiders. And recently I started to speak in a weird language I do not know of... But because of that, I am now here." She takes a deep breath before continuing, but then she realizes she forgot something. "Oh! I am sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Carol Silverstar, Oracle and healer of the Society." She bows slightly. "It is nice to meet you."

A younger woman with light brunette hair speaks up. "Um, hello. It is also a good idea to seek healing with the Society as well. You can often ask the healers nicely and most likely will heal you. So that could also be a good way to stay healthy." She shifts her feet slightly while speaking. "Could also see about day jobs. I tend to do fortune telling to help pay for every day things." She begins to seem more confident. "And if you do well, you start earning more money."

Carol is startled when the new patient comes into the infirmary. "Er. Ye-Yes?" Carol moves next to Dr. Milligan and sees the bulky Kellid man being examined by the doctor. After the doctor notes impatience of pathfinders, Carol speaks up. "I can mend your wounds if you wish, I'll start with a cure moderate wounds."
Cure Spell: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (1, 2) + 4 = 7
Carol sighs at her meager performance. "My apologies. My focus is not here right now. If you wish, I can cast another."

"Oh dear." After seeing the Teifling walk in and hearing the diagnosis of the ailment of the teifling, Carol covers her mouth with her hands in surprise. "I-I heard of that. I believe I am a aasimar as well, but far removed. I have heard many of our allies within the Society being affected by it. They either suddenly advance to an elderly age, or their personal reality becomes warped somehow. It is scary." Carol then hugs herself at the thought of suddenly becoming an old woman.

"That could very well be why Abadar sent you there Ben." As Carol continues to speak in a calm tone. "You helped a woman from Unlawful Imprisonment. That sounds alot what Abadar would want his followers to do." Carol looks at Dr. Milligan and smile before looking back towards Ben. "So what you did was Lawful, and Good. I think Abadar has been pleased with what you achieved Ben. And that woman most likely will be thanking Abadar, because of you as well." Carol gives him a serene smile, before standing straight and nodding to Dr Milligan.

I think.... I think I did well that time.

"Now, now. Ben everything will be alright, okay"As Carol speaks in a calming tone. "I know, there are things out there that no, normal person should come into contact with. Maybe Abadar wanted you there to end that weird place? Or to make it "Right" again? Maybe it could also be a test of faith. So Ben." Carol leans a bit to look at Ben's face. "So what would the logical reason he would send you there?"

"Thank you Dr. Milligan. Though I do need more training in the healing school of work. But I am not a cleric though, so my spells can be a bit harder to change." As Carol finishes speaking, she notices the Chelaxian man walks into the Infirmary.
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Heal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Noticing the holy symbol to Abadar on his belt, she thinks that he might be a cleric, or maybe a warpriest of the aforementioned god. When he is shown where to sit, Carol walks over to him and greets him.
"Hello, my name is Ms Silverstar, what is your name?" She said in a calm tone. I am here learning the arts, and may I suggest focusing on your holy symbol?" Carol gestures to his holy symbol of Abadar upon his belt. "I have heard it can help ease one's mind and help with focus."

"Of course. I know of that spell. Let me have a minute of your time."
Carol begins casting Lesser Restoration and after about 30 seconds, she finishes the spell and casts it onto Krakard.
Lesser Restoration: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Carol blinks a bit after casting the spell. She seems disapointed again, but this time in her casting of the spell.
"Um, that didn't come out that well. Let me try it again."
She does so and again cast the spell on the Half Orc to see if she can do better.
Lesser Restoration: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Carol sighs after casting the spell for the second time.
"I am sorry, it seems like I am not performing well today. I hope you feel better Mr. Vakurt." With that, she turns to the healer and moves away to let him examine the Half Orc so he can see if the spell had any effect.

"Okay... Um... Lets see."
Heal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Carol looks a bit disappointed when she examines the Half Orc.
"I'm sorry. It looks fine to me? I cannot tell why he is in pain."

"He-Hello? I am here to assist in the check up, and healing. I'm..." As Carol looks into the room, she notice the Half Orc and the healer beginning the physical of said Half Orc. "Er.. Right" She walks up to the healer. "I have cure light and moderate, in addition to lesser restoration if needed Sir." She waits patiently for the healer to ask her to assist. But then she realizes she forgot something. "Oh! My name is Carol Silverstar, I am here to assist and to learn more about the healing arts." As she finishes, she faces her head slightly downward, a bit embarrassed.