Ben Stick Hammer stood alone under the gate archway for the rain to pass. From his brow flowed blood, and he gripped his right forearm tightly. His spiked armor was cleaved in wide sections across his chest.
Eventually, he grew impatient and staggered towards the bar, were maybe, just maybe, he could cure his wounds.

Nitara walked up to him, her tail wagging neatly and then dragging behind her across the ground. Her red eyes bored into his own and she grimaced, "Hello, I'm Nitara. Come your wounded, I might be able to help." She led him into the bar and had him sit down, she opened her bag and pulled a few herbs out.