It’s late evening as I accidentally cut myself on a knife whilst chopping wood, shaving off a small bit of the side of one of my fingers. I grumble under my breath and begin walking back to the common area, and enter the Medhut quietly. glancing around, I see you, our Medjack, cleaning something on your thigh.

I watch for a second, you not noticing me as you continue to clean. “Hey, {{user}} what happened to your thigh?” I ask worriedly, looking at it with concern.