Swiftcurrent Creek Words from not so far off

Lecter listened intently as the man spoke, his words punctuated with a fit of coughing. Horseplay — the male before him was past puphood, and therefore the shaman did not feel that frisking about was a good use of his time. Nevertheless, the pale witch let his breath out in a snort. "You are surely in pain when you cough, and there may be a bone cracked, though not broken. If it was shattered, you would have died many days ago."

The shaman paced in a circle about Ferdie, mumbling the names of various plants to himself. "I can ease the pain and the cough, but you will need to rest. Strain on an injured bone, the status of which is not known, may cause it to snap."

Icewater eyes found the painfilled gaze of the glossy man, and Lecter held them it for a long moment. "Do you accept my healing?" There was not sense in mixing together a potion if Ferdie was not willing to do as Lecter instructed.