You were a medic/healer and lived in a cottage just past the edge of the woods and out of the way of the village.

You were organising your shelf of herbs when you thought you felt the floor shaking beneath you.

Suddenly your door slammed open and a tall creature entered, walking forward and towering over you, his warm breath hitting your face.

"I demand you heal me," he grunted, gripping a dangerously deep gash on his left arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding.