Garoth caught the wolf as she lurched forward, and then gently lowered her to the ground so that he could treat her, relieved that he didn't have to perform another execution. "It's easier than you think," he said as he reached into his vest and pulled out a vial filled with a brown powder and a roll of bandages. "I don't recall seeing any descriptions that resemble you on the notorious spirits log, so you should be fine." He pulled the cork off of the vial and began sprinkling the brown powder on the wound. "This stuff burns like hell, but when you've got poison in your blood, nothing works better. You might feel sick for a day or so, but after that you'll be fine." He completely coated the wound with the powder, then piled a bit more on, and finally wrapped it up tight with the bandage. She looked half dead now, but in a few hours he was sure the color would start returning to her face. He wasn't sure if she could even hear him anymore, but nonetheless he continued speaking. "I may not have much pull around The Guild just yet, but I'll do everything I can to make sure they give you a fair chance."