[b]"Never been so happy to see ya..."[/b] His head still throbbing, Shork got a glance of Elric entering the ruined inn and kneeling down next to the patient who looked most injured, taking a step back and letting the barber do his business. While he was sure he could do basic first aid himself, and while he didn't really know the local barber-surgeon that well, at best being acquaintances with him from the few times Shork felt like he needed a haircut or had a wound he didn't trust himself with, and while the hunter didn't think Elric had ever received proper medical training - he was still the one most people in Estermere, including himself, trusted with their aches and wounds and as far as Shork had heard, there hadn't been a single complaint about his work. As such, it was plain as day that nobody in town was better suited to the task at hand than Elric Barber.
Still holding his aching head with his free hand, Shork nodded, taking the thick cloak off the man's wound and standing up to get a better look at the inn and the few people that were unfortunate enough to stand in the gnoll's path of destruction. [b]"Naw, doesn't look like it... a fair few passed out I think, or were knocked out, some small cuts here and there... I ain't an expert, but I think the others are stable for now. Though plenty of work to be done, for sure."[/b]
The half-orc groaned as the treacherous floor under him seemed to billow and try to throw him off his balance, making him stumble across the room rather helplessly until he came to a stop leaning against a solid pillar, his voice firm and unyielding even with a tinge of pain behind it. [b]"Ah, and I hit my head a little harder than I thought at first, but i'd rather you take care of your patients first, Master Barber. I think I might still be needed tonight - might be that wasn't the only one of them, after all."[/b]