Haunted Wood In Need of A Savior

Dreven gave a sharp nod and then hissed between his teeth at the pain that danced along his face, but it was fleeting as all pain was.

She came back with a mouth of green and he thought briefly of his father and a strange feeling crept along him, but he quickly pushed it aside.

Dreven lifted his head, and turned good eye towards her. Pain I am used too.

She found his flesh and began to clean. He didn't wince or cry out, though it hurt like hell.

Lucky indeed. He rumbled. I'd have paid you if you had. I always pay debts owed.

Dreven gave a dark chuckle. I have seen such healers. Sell your life for a mint and your bones for a meal.

What are these plants your putting on me? None are gonna dull my senses are they.

His tail twitched at the thought. He hadn't even thought to ask, but he hoped not. He hated those types of herbs and plants. The ones that made him stupid.