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Shanks provided Olren with his feline smile. "There's a good lad. Now", he steadied himself. "Sit still for a moment. Shanks will be done in no time."

The Khajiit's ointment didn't hurt as much as it could've, but it still would have provided enough discomfort for Olren to shift anxiously. Whatever strange concoction the Khajiit had brewed it served as both a healing salve and detergent, cleaning the wound as well as filling it in with a hot paste made from herbs that would heal the gap in time. The boiling warmth from the water would kill the infection on the edges working its way into the center of the wound.

It stung for about five or six minutes before the Khajiit leaned back into his chair, inspecting his handywork. "That seems more like it. Yes. Yes, Shanks thinks so." He then furrowed his eyebrows. "No, that's not right. He knows. Yes, Shanks knows it to be so."

He grabbed the bottle of sujamma and took a sip, before handing it over to Olren this time. "Not too much."