Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160728140638

The young man turns and sees Hound trying to stand.

"Oh, for the love of..." He puts a firm hand on his shoulder and pushes him back down.

The doctor picks up the bowl and shoves it at Hound again. "I told you this is the last of my silverleaf.  Are you going to tell me that I just wasted it?" He picks up a small bottle off of the table amd shakes it a bit. "Come on.  You finish that, and I might let you have a little of this.  Cure for what ails you." He regards Hound seriously.

"I'm not going to say I can't cure you.  I have yet to meet an ailment that I can't scare off with my stunning bedside manner.  But you don't look all that bad to me.  I was able to drag you in here, wasn't I?  You're still alive now, right?  So what, you have some kind of wandering hero fatalism?  You definitely look the type."

He sits down in a chair, still holding the bowl and bottle. He sighs. "All right, let's start from the top.  What's your name?"