[Funkduder]

Tauge Heridon
Finally washing his bag off from the river, he looked towards the mountain in which the river came from. Above it was a Violet Orb, the very one that emitted the strange power, power that he felt when his house burned and when he left, disgraced and banished. Anger washed over Herdion.
"Soon," he thought. "Very soon."
He let his anger recede as he saw a body floating down the river. It seemed to be a man, but scales covered parts of his body. He was a Dragonsworn, a half-bred dragon-human hybrid, an outcast.
"Like me," thought Tauge, and in conclusion he grabbed the body as it floated near Tauge. If he wanted to save this one, he would half to work quickly. The back of the Dragonsworn was nearly blown straight off. His skin was burned severely. Covering up the opened skin (probably from the current), Heridon grabbed the nearest weed he could find. Kings-foil. The Alchemist's Book of Alchemy made note of this weed as a wonderful healing supplement. Tauge looked around to see if there were any rocks good for grinding. There were none.
"Well, my spit won't kill ya, will it," Tauge said to the unconscious body. He began to chew the Kings-foil in preparation to make a poultice.