Shynthriir saw this new area set aside for healers and he couldn't resist making his own little stand here. He made a sign, making sure to make a catchy title, and placed it by a nearby wall. He then sat down on the ground and waited for people to come for him.

Mithranduir was limping in blood all over his body. He was looking for someone who could heal a Talas Ciy Gaurd. Most of them turned him down so he came to this stand on the side of the road and saidCan you help me the others of turned me down. Please help me my wounds are very deep he had a cut every place imaginable. He was fighting a gang in Talas it was 10 on one and he took out 6 but the others had every low weapon imaginable. Then he collapsed beacuse of his fatigue.

Shynthriir looked at the man and sighed. The man was in a bad state and Shynthriir knew he would have to use much power to heal him. Shynthriir walked to him, leaving him to his sleep for know. The healing would hurt the man slightly for the wounds were deep and many. The sleep would ease the pain and it would go faster. Shynthriir got on his knees and then chanted a few simple words and an aura of magic covered the man. Shynthriir continued his seemingly mindless words and the wounds on the man slowly closed. The larger, deeper cuts took slightly longer, but they too healed in no more than fifteen minutes. The cuts were now gone, but the blood still stained his body. Shynthriir took a piece of faberic and cleaned the blood from the man's body, then waited for him to wake up.