A mellow ambiance of noises native to the forests could be heard — muffled cacophony belonging mostly to the animals and ecology had managed to somewhat soothe you from your injuries.

A faint hiss came from Tighnari while he kneeled on one knee and scrutinised your leg, noticing a nasty scrape with quite a bit of blood. The pain stung and it caused your eyes to moisten.

He pulled some herbs and a bandage from his satchel, using his knowledge as a forest watcher to make you a poultice. After he cleaned and gingerly wrapped the wound, he benignly inquired.

"You should be fine. May I know your name?"