"wha..me? erm, yeah sure" with a shrug Festa bends down and slips his hands under the disheveled mans arms pulling him up slightly and helping osian lift him. "Erm where ya want him?" he asks still a little confused to as what is happening but helping none the less as he owes Osina many a favour. "Could you get him somwhere safe? somwhere i can treat him" Osian replys glancing over his shoulder at the fuming Orchid moentarily distracted by Dove. "Yeah, hmm, i think i know of a house of two, one pretty near actually..." taking the burdening weight of the man he plodds off with osian along the docks, turning just before the salty sea dog, and stopping in front of the warehouse "hmm.." he ponders for a second then starts to fiddle with the door to a house on this street. With a quick nya hah, he kicks the dorr open with his foot and takes the mans burden once again, carrying him into the house and up to the bed room with Osian. Osian tosses his a small sack of gold for his troubles. "Thank ye so much, Festa.. that's all I need, ye may be gone if ye'd like." Without awaiting a response, Osian bends down and starts tending the man's wounds. He manages to bind all the wounds fairly well, and free his lungs from all water. However, the man is obviously suffering from something more, he has a horrible fever. After saying a prayer to Senrania, Osian begins preparing an herbal mixture. Osian stays in the house through the night, doing all that he can, praying that this man lives. Osian rubs his eyes and stretches out a bit. He looks at the unconscious man, a worried expression on his face. Sighing a bit, he takes what's left of the herbal potion he's prepared off the small table to his side, and pours the rest of it down the man's throat. He takes a few herbs out of his pouch and frowns a bit.. I really need to get some more of these.. he thinks. Barely enough to make any more of this draught at all. . After working for a couple minutes on preparing a bit more of the herbal draught, Osian looks up, and out the bedroom's window. The sun is visible on the horizon, over the ocean, and a few rays make their way through the window, illuminating the sleeping man's face. Suddenly he stirs, and groans softly. Osian quickly leans over, and puts a hand on the man's shoulder. "I'm glad ye've awaken.. do nae move much it will cause ye much pain." The man shrugs off Osian's hand, and attempts to sit up, but falls back onto the bed with an awful groan. He gives Osian a look filled with contempt. "I can take care of myself." Osian smiles, and chuckles a bit. "Well, mayhap ye can, but it did seem to me like ye needed just a bit of my aid." The man ignores Osian's comment and looks around the room. "Where am I? How'd I get here?" he looks up at Osian, and frowns a bit. "And who are you? You seem familiar, lad." Osian shakes his head slightly. "Quite the one for demanding information, aren't ye? Well, ye are in Moorgate.. I'm nae sure exactly how ye came to be here, but I found ye near drowned out in the harbour. Ye were perhaps in a shipwreck?" Receiving no answer Osian continues. "And I am Osian.. a simple healer, nothing more. I've been taking care of ye this past night.. seeing to it that ye stayed alive. As for how ye know me.. well.. I do nae think we've ever been introduced. What name are ye known by?" The man pauses for a bit, and seems to be searching his mind for the correct answer. "Call me Telarrin."