The Shaman's face was full of fatigue and concern: "Are you alright? There were just too many injured orcs yesterday, I just finished tending to them and came over."
The middle-aged Clan Leader forced a stiff smile: "It's nothing now, not as serious, just applied some herbs and it's fine."
The Shaman noticed his strange expression, thinking he might have some complaints about his delayed arrival.
Surprisingly, the Shaman humbled himself and squatted down, lifting the thin layer of beast skin from the middle-aged orc before he could react.
The middle-aged Clan Leader's pupils contracted, his body tensed as he heard his heart pounding fiercely.
If the Shaman discovers the powder on his wound...
"Healing well, your wound is long but shouldn't be deep, otherwise these herbs couldn't have stopped the bleeding."
