<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/24/Delk%27ali.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Delk'ali Doson<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Danae, anyone else arriving at the healer's home<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Healer's hut<br/><strong>When: </strong>Early Morning<br/><hr/><br/>Pushing his way into the patient side of the large building, he breathed deeply, enjoying the scent of the herbs on the fire. Here, free from the eyes of those who would see his weakness, he sank into a chair in the shadows, resting his wounded leg. He pulled back the frayed blanket that he wound into a kilt, and gingerly unwrapped the strip of cloth that he had made into a bandage.<br/><br/>The wound was not as bad as it could have been, though the cloth he had used was fair from clean. There was a slight stink to the wound as well, that he could smell even over the scent of the braziers. That wasn't good. The edges of the cut were turning red, and the area around it felt warm to the touch. An infection then, or at least the beginning of one. Had it developed sooner he would have probably just slunk off the trail home and laid down until either he got better or died.<br/><br/>With that grim thought in mind, he suddenly sat up, sensing the approach of someone. A heartbeat later he realised that it was the rest of the pack who would have needed medical attention. Grimly, he pulled his clothing back over his wound.<br/><br/>"Greetings." He said when Danae had entered the hut. "It seems I'm due for another visit." He finished with a slight smile.