It did not take long for the old mans wounds to heal with magic, doing a far better job of knitting flesh and mending a broken body than magic could. With a light gasp and a longer groan, the man began to rise, his eyes a little bleary as he looked around. For he looked quickly for his daughter, but then the myriad of women caught his attention. "You... Who are you? You helped me, did you not?" He was perceptive at least, and as he rose, a hand moved for his head, he was still in some pain. "Please... You must help me. My family, or at least my wife... She isin danger, and I do not know if the goblins will come back to finish me, and take my daughter. Can you help?" He asked, trying to keep his calm, though worry and fear crept into his face.