After Silas' debrief Rem directed his attention to their uncomfortable companion. Harriet had been marching all the way back with her shoulder out of place and who knows what else. The Order's local doctor was a man he personally knew. "Come on Harriet, let's get you fixed up." He guided her through the bustle of multi-colored designed tents that served to show just how many nations had members in their order. It was at a makeshift cabin that he stopped. It looked to be an older building there prior to the Black Order's arrival. Rem rapped on the door with his knuckles.

A muffled voice called through the door. "Come on in, just mind my patient..." Opening the door revealed a candle-brightened room with an old desk, drawer and several cots. One of the cots was occupied by a pale a sweaty man who was trying to make the best of his time in there with rest. The doctor turned from his patient with a goggled mask that bore a long trunk-like tube to cover his mouth and nose. "Don't worry, he's not contagious. I'm just wearing this in case I'm wrong." He turned about to the desk, washing his hands in a small water basin beside it with some soap.

"Harriet, this is Uric Thaelin. He's from my home town and one of the most learned men in the profession." After uric dried his hands on a rag he pulled the gaudy mask off. He was an older gentleman, his grayed hair parted by a bald spot and a neat strap of hair poking up on his chin. He had a white tunic and brown trousers on. His sleeves had been pulled up for obvious reasons.

"Harriet is it? A pleasure to meet you mam! Let me have a look at you. Your shoulders look a little off. Tell me what hurts." Uric questioned.

"I'll leave you in his capable hands. My tent is the red and green one by the bonfire. I should be there in about an hour if you still need me." He said as he slipped out the door.

The night was still young and he was one of the few of the band who was left completely unscathed by the battle. Well, that didn't mean he wasn't tired from use of magic but he didn't mind the opportunity to meet with the others at the fire. He made his way there before his tent. He crossed his legs on the cool soil and enjoyed the beauty of the moment. A starry sky, a chill in the night's air and the crackling of fire. He was counting on the others to interrupt him.