HERE'S TO ALL THE TIMES I'VE CRIED ☆ o, patching wounds

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Annoyance. That's what his captured within the Iron Forged was, above anything else. The soothsayer of The Typhoon wasn't truly intimidated by the members of the Iron Forged. Rather, he was just annoyed by their actions, and he just wanted to go home. There was no reason for him to be here, particularly since the Iron Forged seemed more interested in using prisoners for entertainment, rather than information or bargaining. The medic was hardly good for entertainment, considering he wasn't a particularly good fighter, nor was he interested in trying to kill anyone else. So, instead, he spent his days exploring what little area of the territory he was allowed to look around, taking in the odd customs and wishing he was back in The Typhoon. The Wyrm Pit was probably the most unpleasant place to go and explore, the siamese's nose wrinkling whenever he approached the blood soaked floor. However, as much as the draconic feline wanted to just stay still and wait for his group to come and rescue him, it turned out that his exploration paid off.

The unassuming cave that made up the storage space of the Iron Forged would normally not be enough to warrant Roan's attention. However, the soothsayer's keen nose led him to it, cream colored body hugging the wall as he followed the scent of herbs and slipped inside. There was food inside as well, but that wasn't the feline's goal. Instead, he headed straight towards the back of the cave, his blue gaze lighting up as he saw what remained of the herb stores that had been stolen from him. Seeing as the herbs were his anyways, it only seemed proper that he used them to patch his own wounds. His back legs were still aching even now, the deep gashes from Kliment having barely been treated until now. Pressing himself against the back wall of the cave, the soothsayer carefully sat down, grabbing some of the herbs to create a poultice. A soft hiss left him at the sting of the mixture being applied to his wounds, but he knew that it was helping, soon covering the gashes with bandages as well.

Unfortunately, Roan wasn't able to sneak back out of storage before he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. A string of soft curses left the medic before he fled deeper into the cave, trying to hide behind some of the other stored supplies. He was fairly sure that his "camouflage" wouldn't work for too long, though.

( permission given by rhosmari for Roan to snatch a few herbs for himself + obviously your character can find him )

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan