As the lady pulled her hand towards her face, Tirarrian grabbed it. She hissed through her teeth, [color=violet]"Ooooh! That looks nasty!"[/color]

[color=red]I'm Xusin[/color] the lady said, though not to the Gnome. She seemed enamoured with the man. For the first time, Tirarrian appraised the man. He kept himself well, and clearly valued practicality over look, as his short hair and neat beard testified towards. Perhaps most notable of all was the man's scar, extending across his face and over his crippled eye. It almost gave him a quite threatening look if he tried.

It was at this point another armoured man walked up, this one younger and with a cloak.
[color=#2E64FE]"Would you people kindly point me to a nearby healer of some sort?"[/color] he said, wrapping up his arm

Tirarrian stared wide eyed, before forcefully gesturing the Xusin's hand, and gesturing to the man's arm, hoping that said it all
[color=violet]"What? Is there an epidemic of limb injuries in this place? Is it infectious? Should I be worried?"[/color]