<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/MarcusHedbrandh_zps7517f62e.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Saga</strong></div></div><br/>Saga reached the group at last, to see that they were clustered around a fallen woman. He reached back to Leki's saddle and drew out his bundle of herbs all wrapped into a roll of hide with lots of little pockets worked into the middle. He stepped into the group, looking around to everyone gathered with what he hoped would be a reassuring smile. It was a heavily armed band and he hoped that they were not disposed to violence. It didn't truly matter whether they bandits or warriors in cause to some higher cause, he had had luck in the past dealing with either group so long as they let him talk long enough to persuade them he was of more value alive.<br/><br/>"I can help your fallen friend, the gods have gifted me with a knowledge of herbs and the healing arts. I am Saga."<br/><br/>He knelt by the downed warrior and began to examine her injuries.