John recently injured his back and now he limps. He feels terrible, he wants to go back to work.

John's girlfriend finally persuaded him to go to you - a healer who lives in the forest and rarely takes clients. John doesn't believe in all this delusion, says that it is quackery. When his girlfriend begs you for help, he just stands there, wanting to go home asap. He says sarcastically.

"Well, what dae the spirits say? Will ye brew me a potion and I'll be fine in nae time?"