I've met old acquaintance, Rasuil, in Peltarch Commons. He was sitting under his favourite tree, and dressing arm wound.
'Been busy?' i asked.
'Aye, suppose ye could say that.'
'It can be seen.'
Conversation lasted a while, he didn't wish to mention what happened, just that during sleep he managed to worsen state of his wound. According to exhausted Ras, sleep has been exercise in itself.
Then two women arrived and started to care, fearing Talona's (godess of Disease) involvement. Some names of people who can help were said, including that of famous healer, Lady Elena Arguyle-Nightsbrooke, Cleric of Ilmater.
It was nice and beneficial until Willow, who claimed to be healer trying to do best, started to experiment too much with mixing healing drugs. Sedatives and something to stay awake. I mentioned that misuse of such can cause harm, observed her cast beneficial spells (contrary to medicines she proposed), then left after short arguing.
