The wounded man looked toward the tavern doors that were left open from several patrons entering and leaving the building. There are all different kinds of expressions on the faces of the citizens, most of which are happily drunk. This was not the first time the general has visited this village, he had been here quite often for official visits to the local court or overseeing military actions. Though it was less the latter since this town was outside the boundaries of his own kingdom. This would, so he hopes, allow him to take refuge here and not have to worry so much about another assassination attempt or anyone recognizing him. All he could think about was getting his injury taken care of and then moving on with his mission. Yes, he is curious as to why his travel partner turned on him but he knew that questions such as those could always be answered later but his mission that was given to him by the queen herself, his close friend for some time now, took precedence over such curiosity.<br/><br/>The pain from the wound brought Mikail back to his current situation, trying to find some sort of doctor or anyone that can help him. If it had been a small gash he would have easily been able to find a way to sew it himself but with how deep the cut went coupled with having trouble moving his arm, he did not want to cause any more damage in an attempt to try and fix it. The whole ride to town he was worried the nerves in his arm had been severed as he was still unable to move it freely. The thought raced through his head as he finally dismounted his horse and made his way into the tavern.<br/><br/>Conversations filled the room as he entered and hit him in a wave much like the heat from the torches on the walls did, a complete contrast from the cold and quiet night that existed outside of this place. The crowd was not as big as it seemed from the outside but there were still at least a couple dozen scattered throughout. It was one of those taverns that also doubled as an inn and many of the patrons looked to have made themselves at home here. This gave him hope that among the people here, one had to be able to help him. He walks up to the bar, trying to be as discrete as possible and speaks to the bartender, "I could use some help, I am in desperate need of a doctor."