[u][color=ed1c24][b]James Gregor Castner[/b][/color][/u]-Far Harbor

Longfellow nodded thoughtfully, "Aye I suppose that could be arranged. Stay here and I'll go and fetch the Doc." He then pointed at the Harborman standing guard, "You remember what I said Tommy right?" The Harborman simply nodded and cradled the ancient shotgun he had in his arm. The shotgun looked well used and well loved. James could relate to that idea and he patted the place where Bear would be in his holster. You rely on your weapons to live in this world long enough, and eventually they become more than tools.

“Most appreciated”, he simply said as Longfellow turn to to leave.

Longfellow left and returned with a dirty looking doctor. His coat had two types of brown stains: those from mud, and those from blood. Certainly not as clean as the doctors at the citadel, but hopefully just as skilled.

The doctor extended his hand for a shake, which James quickly shook.

"Name's Teddy," He said, "Teddy Wright. I'm the Doctor around here for Far Harbor. Only one in town matter-of-fact. I hear you came in from the fog but not much more than that. So what are we looking at here?"
Before he could respond, Longfellow whispered something in Teddy’s ear. James’s eyes narrowed. This whole suspected of being a cultist thing was going to get old.

Ah...I see," Teddy replied with a perturbed expression, "I'll see what I can do."

The doctor knelt down and started rummaging through his medical bag. "Have any immediate injuries I need to look at?" Teddy began, taking out a stethoscope and a few bandages.

“Yeah my right legs injured. Not broken, but probably sprained or badly bruised. Can also feel some cuts and bruises on my chest, arms, and back. Fell off my boat when it hit some rocks up the shore, and fell on the same rocks.” 

He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up the deception forever, but he wasn’t sure if these people were hostile or not. And wastelander attitudes towards the Brotherhood were… diverse to say the least. Then again, he wasn’t quite sure he was a part of the Brotherhood anymore. That thought brought a rush of sadness and memories triumphant and heartbreaking, but maybe there was a silver lining? A chance to begin again? If so, it wasn’t off to a great start.