You with the face

Victory came at a price. There was a bite on his chest that wouldn't stop oozing. Laufey had taken the saying 'rub some dirt on it' to heart and done just that. He'd packed the dirt on but it just kept running. Now, one day later, he was starting to feel kind of funny and his chest was tight. Clearly what he was doing wasn't helping, so the brute decided it was time to seek professional help. And by professional he meant...that one guy that Katja had gotten the pack from who was apparently a healer or something? Zany-love? The dude with the face.

After hobbling around the lake for awhile it occurred to Laufey that he didn't know where to find the guy with the face. Where exactly did healers...live? He assumed around plants and whatnot, but there were a lot of plants around here and he didn't know which ones were important ones and which ones weren't. They all looked the same to him.

Tipping up his chin, the brute called for the healer.