Cale listened intently to Isaiah's story. A village of werewolves. Nowadays that probably wouldn't be considered the weirdest thing people had heard of since the rise of the Morgal Empire, but before the rise of the Golden Sun that kind of information could be very unnerving to the average person.

"You know...legend has it that the Proxian people are descended from dragons. It's why we're scaly and have an affinity for fire. So being a beast person isn't all bad if that's true." Cale said, giving a toothy smile. Afterwards he chuckled a bit and nodded.

"Your secret is safe with me, Isaiah. But to be honest, I'm a bit confused as to why it needs to be a secret in the first place. I don't believe the others would care. But it is your choice." Cale said. Eventually they reached the small hut where the healer was located. Cale helped Isaiah inside where the healer was, currently unattended.

"Welcome, what services may I offer you?" The healer asked. Cale presented Isaiah and helped him forward.

"Broken bones and ribs. Also some cuts and burns." Cale said. The healer moved forward and inspected Isaiah before giving another nod.

"Yes I can do that. I will need to be compensated however, I'm afraid this service does not come free. 1200 coins please." The healer said.