Redhawk Caldera the road to hell is paved with good intentions

Raven caught the man's name in her uncle's greeting. Trick? It was sort of a strange moniker. She tried to decide whether or not it fit him. But before she could delve too deep into that line of thought, Trick himself spoke, shortly after emitting a derisive snort that sent a wave of prickling uncertainty through the young woman.

"Yes," she said, answering both of his questions at once. Something about his inquiry prompted her to make one of her own. "Are you familiar with them?" Perhaps he practiced medicine too, although he didn't seem the type. Then again, she reminded herself, he was grieving from a very personal loss, so perhaps none of this was his typical demeanor. She hadn't missed the way Elwood had blinked at him in surprise, so he was almost certainly out of sorts.