The lines of pain having lessened at the corners of the taciturn dwarf's eyes, Vorgrok turns to Keshkaru. Brusquely waving away the lizard-woman's hands, which quest for some useful application, the dwarf grunts as he turns his efforts to her. His weathered, muscular hands begin probing her exposed scales and spreading measured dollops of an earthy-smelling salve with a gentleness incongruous to Keshkaru, and imperceptible to those of their companions not involved in the process.

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Medicine to Treat Wounds: (1d20+6)[16] for (2d8)[9] healing. Additional (2d8)[9] if critical.