[b]"Alright, ma'am, that should be enough. Drink a few sips every hour and you'll be better in no-time."[/b] Ursaren happily told the woman. There was thankfully enough herbs and remedial ingredients in the medical area for him to use in order to brew some pretty strong potions. He mulled over every drink, making sure the concoctions were as perfect as possible, before handing them to a person, and he repeated doing so with everyone in there that needed heavy healing. Those with light scrapes and cuts, but had infected wounds, got some less powerful healing potions. Regardless, Ursaren tended to everyone as soon as he could. A guard then came running into the room, and what he said had piqued Ursaren's interest. A visitor in this town? There wasn't even a suitable doctor in the town, so what would make someone want to come here? He thought it with all due respect, of course, but there simply wasn't much in this town to warrant someone being a visitor. Maybe they were from here originally or something, Ursaren didn't know. The old man looked at his patients and addressed them. [b]"I'll be right back, folks. I want to go see what all this commotion is about."[/b] After he said his word, he stepped out and joined Beren, Settionne, and the gang to watch as the visitor entered town.