I'm sick of seeing the results of this war. Sick of seeing folks wandering the city wounded from stray arrows or other cross-fire.

I'm Egon Rosenqvist. You might know me as an author, chaplain, wandcrafter, or that man playing the pipes on the corner. However, I was the surgeon to a travelling show on the surface and I'm a quite capable healer.

If you're injured from this conflict, from an accident, or anything, but have little skill at healing yourself, seek me with bandages for wounds, tonics for disease or antitoxins for poison and I will apply them for you. If you are seriously wounded and destitute, I'll likely offer arcane or divine healing to offset the worst of it.

I typically wear an ornate yellow and russet cloak, and either scale armor to match or a yellow and black suit. There's always a symbol of Lurue, a unicorn head, on my wrist.

If any other healers in the city wish to contact me with information on making healing herbs, or about setting up a surgical post in one of the abandoned trade locations, please do.

-Egon