[Rem]

*starts a little at the sudden voice, dropping a glass and splashing water everywhere* Eh? *turns around and gasps* Oh, yeh poor fing! Yeh've been through th' wringer! *wipes his hands and immediately hurries around the bar, grabbing a satchel on the way* 'ere, let me 'elp yeh t'a seat, an' look at some've those wounds. *winces at the burns and already starts digging in his bag for a herbal salve*.