Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140704014014/@comment-12599067-20140704212151

When the healer finally got around to healing J'Skar and Scatty, who had been set on hammocks basically right next to each other, their wounds had already stopped bleeding and most of the pain was gone, although they didn't doubt that the minute they so much as moved the limbs the wounds were on they would feel it again. The healer, a black-haired Breton fellow who seemed to be in his late twenties, first moved to Scathach, whose wound was less serious than J'Skar's, and sealed up the wound with a surprisingly strong healing spell. He then moved on to J'Skar and inspected his wounds, then turned to look at the Khajiit who was lying on the stretcher before him.

"Nix-hounds?" the healer asked, arching an eyebrow.