Looking up in surprise, Vican nodded patiently and continued mixing herbs and a sweet smelling liquid in a marble mortar he pulled from his satchel as well.  "It's rare to see Star-sayers so far from the West.  I wonder who this Star-sayer is?"  He looked up at him and smiled with a kindness that wasn't shown much anymore.<br/><br/>Flicking his pointer finger up, the black fog separated and brought forth his hands.  The paste was dark green and sticky - the smell was that of red berries.  "This would do the trick, though I warn you, it may make you a bit sleepy."  He spread the paste over the wounds of his hands and quickly bent down to grab the clean cloth he had in a bag.  "Don't take this off for at least a few more hours.  We don't want the rot to set in."  Vican was gentle in wrapping the wounds, careful to not hurt him in the process.<br/><br/>After he was bandaged and clean, he released his magic from him and took a step back, hoping the man wouldn't force him to defend himself.  "I thought you were a human."  It was more a statement then a question, noticing the change in his eyes.  Although it was interesting to see, he never crossed an individual such as him before.