[World's End Grotto]Does this smell funny to you?(Iris)

[Leigo]

Summer 32nd, 512 AV Leigo’s hand was starting to smell funny and after having a talk with Aehra the night before, he wasn’t really too good on sleep. Still, when looking for a healer outside the infirmary, Leigo thought it best to ask around an often visited place. Without hesitation, there was only one destination in mind – World’s End Grotto. Asking around, he would soon hear of another scaly she-albino having rent one of the rooms upstairs. Without too much hesitation, Leigo would climb up the stairs and heading to the room in question. A gentleman might’ve waited for the girl downstairs or perhaps even called her for a drink before getting straight to business, but Leigo simply wasn’t anything like that. Besides, he wanted the least amount of contact with this creature possible. Knocking on the door with his healthy hand, he’d call out. “Hello?” then a brief pause, but before anyone could answer, he’d continue “I could use your help” with that he would stop speaking and wait for this creature to open up so they can converse proper.

[Iris Timandre]

32nd of Summer, 512
Iris Timandre sat on the bed located inside of her World's End Grotto room. The Konti had just finished getting some sleep. Ever since Iris had came to Zeltiva she had been getting request after request to help people and give the medical attention. Iris wore her white leather pants and a matching colored white women's linen shirt.

Zeltiva was indeed a hotspot for healers to find work. Especially currently, with illness that was spreading all through the land. Iris Timandre had been trying to figure out exactly what was going on. But still she had no answers as to why everyone was getting sick.

Suddenly, Iris heard a few knocks on her Inn room door. Someone was calling for help. That was to be expected. Iris had gotten her name around Zeltiva pretty quickly since arriving becoming a Trident Champion. Some people knew about her healing abilities.

Standing up Iris made her way to the door and reached her left hand down to the knob of the door opening it. She saw a male, he had nice brown hair; that's the first thing Iris noticed. The Konti took a few steps back and turned all the way around to return to her bed sitting down on it again. She said out to the man in common. "Come in. What is your name?

Iris placed her right leg over her left leg and examined the man some more. She'd be very happy to heal him but having company was an added plus to her profession. "What is it that you need help with, sir?

[Leigo]

Leigo would keep his eyes peeled to the creature’s face out of decency, but as soon as she turned around, he would start examining her further. She was definitely of the same sort as Avari – scaly beasts, wasn’t there quite enough of those in Zeltiva already? Proper Zeltivans should take back their city soon. Then again, what was it even to be Zeltivan? Was it the attitude, race, knowledge or perhaps local patriotism and devotion to enlightenment and fairness – one could keep at the argument whole days and not get anywhere. At first glance the boy could tell he and this albino were worlds apart. Clothes made the most obvious difference although not the biggest. While she was covered in pure white that mended her paleness a little, the blond’s garments were shamefully anything but. He had heard some people calling her a Trident Champion – must’ve done something great for the city then. Still unsure of whether or not he should consider the Konti a Zeltivan, one thing was certain – she wasn’t human. And somehow that lessened her in his eyes. “I am Leigo” he would begin, shaking off thoughts as soon as she turned back. There was no point staring while it was so painfully obvious after all. Closing the door, he would reach out his left hand and slowly unwrap it. The burn that cowered under would soon see light once more. Instead of healing like it should’ve been, the wound oozed something green and sticky he would likely recognize as pus. Yet that wasn’t his area of expertise. He needed both his hands, and if that meant letting this creature touch him then so be it. “My past physician seems to have done a rather poor job, the wound never healed properly.” He wouldn’t offer anything else to speak of – she should know her job. And he was there to get fixed up – not converse.

[Iris Timandre]

32nd of Summer, 512
Iris looked down to the wound and saw the green ooze, the expression on Iris face told the tale. It was a "What the hell happened to you." Type of look. Shaking her head the Konti leaned over closer to Leigo and took a closer look at his hand.

At first the Konti didn't want to touch the wound but she didn't exactly wans Leigo to walk out of the Inn with the ugly wound. Iris just had to suck it up and begin the question asking. The Konti needed to know exactly how it started to have somewhat of an idea on how to treat it. Iris had never seen anything quite like that. So she was clueless.

"Well maybe some of the physicians here are lacking the proper education to do a good job." The words came out of Iris' mouth quickly. She did believe Mura raised some of the best healers out there. Even though Iris hadn't been many places or seen alot of other healers.

"Question asking is part of the job unfortunately. So tell me, when did this start? As in, what did it look like at first? Did it start off looking like this? If not why did you let it get to this point?" Iris got quiet to let Leigo answer those few questions first.

[Leigo]

He wouldn’t flinch upon seeing apprehension and disgust in his eyes. Leigo couldn’t blame her; after all he felt the same. If it wasn’t his hand that needed tending to, he would’ve left it stranded by now. After her comment on the employee quality in the infirmary, she’d call Trips back to his mind. While the Konti did seem condescending, he wouldn’t really take it against her. Trips after all – did NOT ooze confidence. Neither did the wound. Yet ooze was still a factor to be reckoned with. “I burned my hand” he’d start as if trying to recall the time and place, but instead he was fabricating truths. He knew all too well. Her knowing concern him though “Some ten days ago or so. It was an accident on the job” pausing he’d try to recall the actual truth following the wound and the recuperation process. “It started looking like this some five – perhaps six days ago” a sigh of annoyance “I’ve never really thought it significant. A natural part of the healing process or something” a shrug as if to chase off doubts he surely head “Had blisters like these once before – healed up quite fast on their own. Not now though – the city’s gone to shyke!” he wouldn’t say more. If she didn’t know what to do by this point, then he was at the wrong place. And she was hopeless.