Victor had to sit back and have a short laugh at the methods of these druids as well as the convenience of having the particulars of said methods being announced so clearly without even the request. After the levity, there was a needed moment of contemplation. He had gathered many accounts of these healers and in the process been told of those who were previously sent to them, namely the halflings. He cursed himself for not getting an actual number so he could tell whether there was, in fact, one fewer among them. If what the 'devourer' said was true, then a private healing was out of the question unless he could somehow convince her apprentice to make useful her very odd ring. He had little to lose at this point, so the debate was swift in him. He leaped onto the table to address both the druids after getting their attention with something between a cough and a croak.<br/><br/>" Excuse my interruption honorable druids of the forest. I am Victor Rosk of the kingdoms to the far east. I have come to ask your help with a particular;y distressing problem." He hoped the fact that he was a bloated frog speaking in fluent common tongue might alert the healers that all was not as it seemed and that there was something certainly wrong involving his person.