He Who Walks the Forest

[Aphetoros]

Lieutenant Hyacinth Woodstrider

Hyacinth stepped onto the boat, his wounds having healed well from the potion, but only weak lines of flesh remaining to protect him. Soon he landed in the port city of Booty Bay. City of broken dreams, lost gold and most of all, random heroes and paladins that would heal you. He stepped off the dock after a long, boring boat ride and sulked across the boardwalk until he saw a man with golden armor, a giant hammer and blonde hair. "Paladin." Hyacinth looked at Brightwing, his dragonhawk, and nodded. He moved over to the man, holding out two gold pieces.
"Sir, I require healing." The paladin looked down, then muttered to one of his friends. The priest nodded, walking over and joining hands with the paladin. Each of them held out their free hands and began to chant softly. Soon the shape of his finger formed, solidifying into an untainted finger, very white in color. It would redden in time, to match the rest of his body. He flexed it, not as good as a real finger.

...but that would get better too.

"Right. Time to head back to Alcaz. Thanks boys."

He gave a sly little wink.