Finley sighed.
On the tavern bed was an elf, with dark skin, white hair, and a stubbornness that would outmatch many. He'd found her fading into unconsciousness on the edge of the forest, bleeding from various wounds across her body. He'd done what he could to help - wrap up wounds, press an ice pack against the bruises, and clean up any infections that could linger. And as much as he was trying to convince her to get rest, she simply... wouldn't. She wouldn't listen, and she wouldn't even speak.
In fact, when she awoke, she'd unsheathed a dagger from her wrist and threatened him with a frigid cold glare.
"Well..." Finley raised his hands, reaching into his satchel at his waist, "At least let me get you some spare bandages before you run off..."
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Finley is a travelling doctor! He's had his education, and he's qualified to assist any adventurers and heroes down on their luck, like poor Linnea here! Its a constant active profession, because between jumping through portals and fighting terrible beasts, its hard NOT to find someone in need of help, medical or otherwise! And he's a good boy who is always eager to lend a hand c:
Sure it would've made no sense to treat her before murder, but that's how you get the drop on her, clearly!