Afternoon light […] shone through the pot's stream and the glass bottles arrayed on the sill with their tinctures of iodine, decoctions of agrimony, burdock juice, and spirit of camphor, among a score of others. The Kendar's hands moved through a haze of pale green, rose, and amber light as if he were also mixing them too into his healing art, as perhaps he was.
– Torisen's narration, To Ride a Rathorn, "Chapter VIII: A Forgotten Name", I
↑The Sea of Time, "Chapter XVII: Wolver Hunt", II — " 'Not broken. Just badly sprained and bruised.' So the herbalist Kells had said once they had cut the wet leathers away from Torisen’s throbbing leg."
↑To Ride a Rathorn, "Chapter VIII: A Forgotten Name", I — "The physician sighed. He himself was a Knorth, as his family had been for generations. It grieved him that so few of his house were left."