Arrow Lake i wish a cure for my cold tongue existed

astrophel. it was a mouthful of a name, followed by an explanation drakon wasn't sure he'd needed. it relaxed him a little nonetheless. astrophel said he knew healing, which was the most welcome thing he'd said since his unexpected arrival. drakon didn't know how he felt about letting some random himbo tend to his wounds, but he knew for sure how he felt about the possibility of germanicus finding out about this.

um, y'know... actually, i could use some help, he admitted sheepishly. name's drakon. i just got into this - this pack. sorta. it's some kinda military thing. soldiers and all that. if i go back there lookin' like i lost a fight with some rocks, they'll probably laugh me right out of the canyon. so uh... help would be nice.