Leo propped his head up, one of the patrons had approached with the poker as requested. Thank goodness. It was some fresh-faced warrior, sword on the hip. Good, that meant he might be used to the blood. He was a little hesitant though, not a good sign.

"Unpleasant? You think I wouldn't know? Hurry up, you fool!" Leo shouted to the man.

As the poker approached, Leo bared his teeth and scrunched his eyes shut. The pain was something fierce, causing him to tense up his good arm and suppress a full blown painful shout into a protracted grunt through his teeth. The man wasted no more time, thankfully. It was over before he realised. Leo lay and breathed heavily for a good half a minute. The smell was one he wished was not familiar, it was a necessary smell. His arm was so sore he could hardly feel it, but it had been saved for now. Now he just needed to bandage it, set a poultice over it ideally.

When he got the energy to open his eyes again, Leo couldn't see the man who had cauterised him. Pah, the man must have just been a closet sadist or something, didn't want to own up for saving a life. "Dwarf..." Leo mumbled to the dwarf who had been cleaning his wounds. Now that Leo was a bit more awake, he could see the he wore a leather apron and had strong looking arms, maybe a smith? It could be worse. "... I need you to dress my wound. In my bag, there are a few clean bandages left... use them... wrap them tight..." It was then that Leo realised that his shirt sleeve had been cut off to access the wound, but at least they didn't cut at his jerkin.

The dwarf, who seemed rather quiet, nodded and complied. He was rather considerate, given the circumstances. More consideration than Leo normally got. After the dwarf tied the white bandage up, Leo tried to slowly sit up and get his bearings. He was exhausted, that much was clear. The inn was indeed real, against all probability. There were a number of different kind of people scattered about the room. Scanning around, he spotted an elf man nervously thumbing at the small spear he had set on his table, a couple of women on their own table, one in leather, another in a dress, another dwarf cheerfully dressed in a cloak at the doorway, and the young warrior who helped him, who was looking rather pale back at his own table. 

"Oi, you there!" Leo directed to the warrior, before waving the man over with his right hand. Leo held his head low, so tired, at least he could buy the man a drink before he passed out completely. "Get over here, I won't bite you."