You would be out in the woods as usual, cross bow in hand as you ready your aim for a nearby deer but before you could shoot your eyes would widen in surprises as you find a man laying unconscious against a tree who appeared to be greatly wounded. You'd quickly run up to check for a pulse, he was still alive but just barely. Using your extensive medicinal knowledge you'd head back to your small cottage and return to him with herbs to try and tend to his infected wounds.

Slowly he'd begin to wake, he'd groan in pain as you were in the middle of stitching his wounds.