Orri Two-Spirit followed up behind the hunter Rhiak a few minutes later in all his strange glory.  While he wasn't often seen in the village his reputation proceeded him and when he<i>was</i>seen it was often a surreal experience for the village commoners. He was a rare Two-Spirit; a person who embodied the whole yin and yang of the spirit in one body. Neither fully male or female, but fluid in between the two in his manner and affections, Orri was unequivocally thrust into the position of spirit shaman under the beliefs of his people that he had been marked as special for all his complex differences. His skin was smooth and pale unlike the ruddier complexion of the tribe and his countenance defied any accurate guessing of his age. He wore striking make up of dark kohl like a spirit shaman and the vivid colors of a consensual concubine to shade his eyes and cheeks which were framed by short cropped dusty blond hair and thin beard. His clothing rarely fit the weather or the setting and on this day as he approached following Rhiak on the crisp early autumn evening he wore only a pair of battered traveler's boots, a full layered ladies' skirt, a fluffy fur cap with ear flaps, and a myriad of talismans, stones, and other ritual jewelry. His frame was more slender and shorter that the other two men there but was cut nicely in a fit physique that was adorned with tribal symbolism and other tattoos of unknown origin.<br/><br/>Orri Two-Spirit stepped up alongside Rhiak quietly and gracefully and placed a hand softly the hunter's arm as he began to speak. He had known Rhiak to some extent all his life and had traveled alongside him on a number of occasions, and while they weren't the best of friends, they were not strangers either. Orri's many oddities could make him a difficult companion for travel and he was almost guaranteed to draw attention with no thought or concern for it. He slipped both arms around Rhiak's upper arm and rest his cheek against the hunter's bicep in an innocent sort of affection. The gesture was nothing out-of-place for the out-of-place villager and he looked on the outsider with sharp ice blue eyes.<br/><br/>He had watched the exchange and approached only when it was over. He looked to the healer for a long time before slowly ducking behind the hunter and emerging on the other side of him to peer at the healer again. "I told him to bring him." He said in a low soft gravelly voice. "The sickness is why you won't turn him out." Orri Twin-Spirit ducked behind the hunter again and back out the other side, clinging once more to his arm. "There is no other option." He smiled a small warm smile that served to soften the firmness of his words. "None." He was right, there was no other option if the Twin-Spirit had requested it, then the village would expect those wishes to be followed. "He will stay here." He nodded to the unconscious injured man and then to the healer, and then up to Rhiak, nodding the smallest nod to indicate it was his final word on the matter.