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As the battered rider and mount neared the city, a slim solitary figure stood in the shade, leaning, non-chalantly against a building watching the two approach. He was a tall, slimly built man, of an extremely pale, yet not unhealthy looking, complexion and raven black dead straight hair which flirted down to his hips. He wasn't dressed uncommonly, nor was he doing anything out of the ordinary. He was stood out to Setara, though no one else in the bustling city seemed to notice him. He said nothing as the two drew nearer to the city, merely smiled - more with his red eyes than his mouth.

Before Setara could even realize it, the slim figure was beside her like a shadow. Rather than acting as if he took much notice in her, he walked along side her without a word. A few moments observation would make it seem as if he was preventing passerbys from even brushing against her injured arm. However, he offered no other help, or any verbal communication. He didn't even set his red gaze back upon her. Just simply kept along side her as a walking shield.

Rather than stop or continue walking forward, he took a couple steps backwards, then turned to a fruit vender. After almost having to force a few coins upon the woman (who looked flushed by his good looks) to pay for the fruit, he walked back up to Setara, holding out an apple with his pale, slender fingers.

"For your mount," His voice was like a harp, soft and musical, though he spoke in low, hushed tones as if trying to not draw attention to himself. "I have another for you, but I think your Arm needs to be set before you can enjoy it."

"Oh I see" Was all he mouthed before looking at the apple. There was almost a faint look which could be concieved as sadness, but then he gave another of his smiled and took a hearty bite out of the apple causing some of the juice to dribble down the side of his chin. He casually used his sleeve to wipe down his jaw and held the apple out to Lorkhan again.

"See, it's safe." He said between chewing.

"As for you, Miss," He paused to swallow the apple. "That arm needs to be looked at and my shop is just ahead." Then, he paused and added, "I have been trained. and I mean medically, not house-" he added with a chuckle, a smile and a wink.

"Oh yes... of course." He said almost awkwardly... they'd been stopped for a bit now and people were starting to stare. Even with his odd apperance, he seemed to balk a bit at being stared at. He tapped his foot a couple times, having a obsorbed look in his face.

"Well then, let's be off." He said as if snapping to suddenly. He gestured toward one of the more main streets, then started heading that way after making sure that Setara and Lorkhan were following.

As they arrived at a strange looking little shop, their guide fumbled with his immense collection of silver, copper, and brass keys, muttering a little under his breath. It was odd... at times he seemed to move with complete grace and the rest of the time he seemed rather ...awkward.

"Aha!" he turned a small brass key, and the door unlocked with a click. He started in the door, but then stopped and turned around.

"Oh, and I doubt your companion will fit in the shop, but if he decided to enter, can you please have him wipe his hoofs?" His tone could have either been joking or serious, and either would have fit. He turned on one heel and marched into the little shop... An apothecary filled with hundreds of dried herbs, vials containing liquids and a multitude of dozens of odd things which seemed to over-cram the small shop. He glanced around a bit, then seemed to find what he was looking for.

"Here it is!" and then almost comically, removed a rather large stack of booked of what seemed to bethe only reachable bench in the stop. everything had somethign piled on it, that particular bench just seemed to be the least buried. "Please take a seat over here, Miss!"

He pretty much ignored the fact that the door was left open. Looking at the order of the place one had the distinct impression that this man often forgot the basics of living.

"Oh.. please don't ...call me sir... it makes me sound.... Stuffy." His voice wa preoccupied as he was currently digging through piles of "junk" trying to locate a particular item. after tossing around a few things...

"Aha!" He emerged from his piles of nick-knacks wearing a parculiar looking pair of.... glasses. He walked over to Setara with a bag in his hand. setting the bag down he pulled out some forceps, wads of cotton fiber, and a bottle.

"Please hold still... I warn you some of it will sting..." He quickly doused the cotton in the unpleasant smelling liquid from the bottle and dabbed it carefully on setara's cuts and scrapes. He worked quickly an efficiently, and unlike his earlier awkward self, he seemed completely engrossed in the task. After finishing he replaced all of those objects back into his bag and removed the odd glasses.

"There we are... now let's look at that arm..." He hummed a bit, gently lifting her arm to look at it closer. He pressed gently on a couple ares on her lower arm, watching her reaction. He clicked his tongue after looking it over for a couple moments. "Well, it certainly isn't a clean break... but it could have been much worse... did you try resetting it yourself?"

He half waited for a response then got up and started looking in drawers. He obviously needed his whole workshop re-organized.

"Well, just a moment... I should be able to set it back in place.. I just need to find my splints..."

The man floated around the room slowly gathering items up then made his way bad to Setara. He have set, have dropped the items down on the bench. Kneeling down next to her, he smiled up at her.

"I hope you have a high threashold for pain... because resetting this will not feel very pleasant. I'd operate to make sure all the pieces get properly reset, but I don't think you or your Equidyne fellow would trust me to do that." He waved a hand airily. He may not have acted like it, but that one line showed that he had seen every bit of the distrust they had shown. However, he kept smiling in his strange manner, and sorted out the items on the bench.

"Do I have your permission to reset that arm?"