oh the misery

One of Basilisk's companions reached him from the other side of the Col while he was pouring the last of the salves to set. He was needed at the border. Right, got another, did we?

He wrapped up his task, grabbed his basket, and headed to the woods at the end of the Col. He saw the Warlord approaching with a woman. Was she... yeah, she was limping and trying to hide it, she was doing a good job at it! He slipped into the healer's den for a half moment and grabbed the kit he likes to keep in the doorway. They really needed an infirmary around here somewhere. Then he waltzed toward them with a spring in his step.

He placed the kit down before them, "Hey there. I'm Ollie, one of the healers!" He said and dipped his head to the new woman. "What seems to be the issue I was called for?" Letting her bring up her wounded leg was up to her, maybe there were other wounds she needed tending to that he wasn't aware of.

"Speech!"