[b]"Well, if that's the case."[/b] Ursaren stood from his seat and looked towards the door. [b]"I guess I shall be heading off on my own for a bit. This town does need a healer, plus, I may be able to teach some of the guardsmen alchemy in case they need something to heal their ailments quickly."[/b] Ursaren was a little bit disheartened that he wasn't going on the scouting trip, but he admitted to himself that he needed to take a day without becoming the mighty Old Ursa once again. Sometimes it was harder to get out of that bearlike state, as it's power was incredibly tempting to the old man. He felt a decade younger every time he did it.

Shaking the thought out of his head, Ursaren stepped out of the inn and went off in pursuit of where the wounded and sick were kept in this town. Hopefully his powers were still up to snuff from the many heals that he had to provide his group without sleep just a few days ago. Even if it was bad, he could always fall back on his history as an alchemist. Some simple health potions and remedies could satisfy the masses, or at least Ursaren hoped they would.