Cont from --> ( X ) w/ @faeule
Of all the wounds he treated, acid burns were the most common.
It was understandable-- sometimes you couldn’t help but get stuck in the downpour-- and he was cheaper than a lot of other healers. At times he even treated burns for free, if it was evident the patient in question didn’t have the funds to spare.
Unlike most citizens of the Boiling Isles, Gale actually ventured out into the rain often. There were certain herbs and creatures that only came out when it rained, and they were affective for a wide variety of ailments-- not to mention readily sought after in general. So with a shield overhead, he picked away at the plants on the ground-- least that is what he had been doing-- until he heard a faint cry through the downpour. His hearing was more sensitive than most, and even then he only barely heard it-- but that was at least enough to know which direction it had come from.
Letting out his Palismen, from where the little guy usually chilled in his bag when he went ‘acid-rain-herb-hunting’, Gale called forth his staff and quickly flew towards where the cries where coming from. Making sure his hood was pulled well over his head to hide his horns.
It didn’t take him long to find her, (or at least, the mass of wings he was fairly certain was them--) and once he had-- he quickly cast a shield spell over her to block further rain. Hopping down from his staff, he started to inspect the damage before anything else.
“How l-long have you been out here for--?” His voice wasn’t chastising, or even annoyed-- just concerned. “Your lucky I-I heard you... I-Is there a reason your all the way out here? I-Is-- was-- there anyone with you--?” This wasn’t the first time he’d run into others in the boiling rain, and he doubted it’d be the last.
