Hunter watches the scene in front of him, the apparent hero and the shadow man having a scuffle, putting his book down after marking the page, Hunter moves forwards towards Dragunov who is now holding a knife that is stuck in his appendix. Hunter knows he can help out, he had basic medical training when he was with the guild and knows enough about healing magick to be of assistance. He kneels down beside the fallen man and looks at the wound.<br/><br/>"This will hurt a lot, try not to yell"<br/><br/>With that Hunter grips the hilt of the knife and pulls it out of the man, dropping it to the ground, he then clamps his hand over the pouring wound, his hand soon becoming soaked with blood. Chanting endlessly for several minutes, healing energy passes out of Hunters hand and into the wound, knotting nerves and veins back together, healing the damage done by the blade. The effort makes Hunter sweat a little and he has to focus a lot on keeping the flow of energy going but eventually he falls back, his hand and most of his robes covered in blood but on the man known as Dragunov, there isn't even a blemish, the skin looking as if it didn't have a weapon sticking out of it minutes ago.<br/><br/>"Consider yourself fortunate that it wasn't as bad as it could have been, you need a guard"<br/><br/>Hunter got up and looked at the blood that has sunk into his robes.<br/><br/>"And the first thing you can do as payment in return for my services in buy me some new robes"<br/><br/>Hunter walked back over to the corner and picked up his staff and book then strode back over to Dragunov and sat down next to him. He looked at the crowd for a moment as they were watching the pair.<br/><br/>"You can all return to your drinks now, there is nothing to see here"<br/><br/>He turned back to his new employer<br/><br/>"So what do you need help with apart from general guarding and the recovering of your memory?"