The determination of the man in front of them made both Vican and Byrn look at each other in astonishment.  Vican knew that he would have stopped, because no matter how mad he was, he wasn't in the mood to rid the world of himself just yet.<br/><br/>Allowing the man to continue for a little while longer, Vican closed his eyes and allowed his body to center before raising his hands to the man.  "Please forgive me, sir, but as a Star-sayer, I'm obligated to make sure you're in good health while I'm in attendance of you."  A black fog flowed from his hands and surrounded the man, and with a swift movement, bound the man's arms and legs.<br/><br/>The wind rustled the brown curls emerging from the hood covering his head as Vican walked to the battle-ridden and angry fellow.  Stopping in front of him, he began to pull the required herbs for healing from his satchel.