Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170725043749/@comment-5583506-20170725223431

"It might sting a bit, yes. Yes, it might. But have no worries. Shanks is an experienced healer. And alchemist. And mage. And... a bit of everything really. It might sting, but Shanks promise you that there will be no scars to behold. It will be as if the wound was never there. Besides, warrior boy looks tough. He looks strong. This will be but a fleabite. And Shanks knows his fleas."

The Khajiit started to throw down the various spices into the pot, swirling around with a ladle until a strange aroma filled the air. "Hmm. Yes. Coming along nicely. Not quite there yet though. Maybe soon? Maybe in a minute? Or two?"

Though the water was boiling, the Khajiit stuck touched the surface of it with little to no sign of pain, feeling how it began to form a consistency from the ingredients. "Yes, this is more like it. Still... Shanks needs..."

He glanced around the room, his eyes locked on the bottle of sujamma. "Of course!"

Spilling a couple of drops into the pot before he took yet another swig for himself, he seemed to be all done. He unhooked the pot of water and placed it on the oak table in the center of the kitchen, kicking up a chair for Olren to sit on.

"Remove your shirt and sit there", Shanks instructed, taking a clean linen wrap for himself.