Roland stumbles upon the odd, scruffy man and immediately notices his injury.
"I'd offer you a welcome basket, but not sure what good that'll do right now." He says with little amusement. "Let's talk about that vengeance stuff for when you're not bleeding out in the open." His keen brown eyes make a quick assessment of the damage - the primary source of bleeding, and if he was injured elsewhere - and after he's done his duty, he pulls out a Three-Leaf Soreaway medicinal herb from his Arms Band. It's been prepared for consumption in advance, ground into a fine paste and placed in a convenient glass jar.
"I've got something to help with that, just enough to tide you over till I can escort you to the clinic." He leans his arm against his hip jutting to one side as he speaks next. "I'm Roland. Don't worry about pleasantries. It can wait till you're better." Not one for mincing words when help was needed, Roland waits for the man to steady himself further before continuing.
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Roland stumbles upon the odd, scruffy man and immediately notices his injury.
"I'd offer you a welcome basket, but not sure what good that'll do right now." He says with little amusement. "Let's talk about that vengeance stuff for when you're not bleeding out in the open." His keen brown eyes make a quick assessment of the damage - the primary source of bleeding, and if he was injured elsewhere - and after he's done his duty, he pulls out a Three-Leaf Soreaway medicinal herb from his Arms Band. It's been prepared for consumption in advance, ground into a fine paste and placed in a convenient glass jar.
"I've got something to help with that, just enough to tide you over till I can escort you to the clinic." He leans his arm against his hip jutting to one side as he speaks next. "I'm Roland. Don't worry about pleasantries. It can wait till you're better." Not one for mincing words when help was needed, Roland waits for the man to steady himself further before continuing.