Wheeling Gull Isle crawl out of your cave

He waited with what little patience he had left in him. Mainly because he was interested in seeing how that male planned on using the plants and weird gunk he had created. Moments passed and the whole scenario seemed anti-climatic. It ended with some spatting and sighing. Perhaps he'd get along with this one most of all. If only because of that sigh that resonated so deeply with him.

Finally a name was presented. Argyle. Rough but that was coming from someone with a clunky name so one should take that at face value.

Rokig looked at the man's wounds openly, no use in trying to ignore the obvious. I'm not a healer. He began slowly and soft. But if you want to instruct me through it, I can help out. It was a weird olive branch to extend considering he knew nothing about this man except his name. Yet it seemed necessary considering how dickish it would be to let him sit there with untreated injuries.