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When Rigel reached the house, he hoisted the man up into his arms and carried him inside. Despite being on the short and chubby side, he had built up some considerable muscle from tending to his farm day each day. Rigel was relieved to see that the wounds were not bleeding, but he could feel the stranger's entire body burning with an infernal fever.

The stranger groaned ever couple of minutes and his breathing was shaky at best. "Just hang in there, just hang on...I've got some salve and herbs to help with those wounds. I've also got some really nasty tasting shumac syrup, but it'll get that fever down in no time." Rigel gently placed the man onto his bed and went into his washroom to gather the medicine.