[ R A N I M A D R I X ]
Once Odeir had his supplies, Ranimadrix lead him outside the mansion, and out the city gates.
"It's not far from here. Our cottage is just a few feet into the forest. My father was injured near the far end of his farm fields."
The half-dragon lead the elderly warrior into the treeline. Once he was sure they were out of sight of the gates, Ranimadrix removed his cloak, letting his emerald green scales shimmer in the sunlight. He folded up his cloak, tucked it under his arm, and resumed leading Odeir.
"Forgive me. Truth be told, I don't like wearing this cloak. I find it to be... too restrictive."
Before long, they had reached the cottage, passing it, and arriving at the destination at the end of a moderately sized farm field. The ground at the site smoldered, but showed no signs of a fire. In the center lay a single man, resting on his back. He looked to be fairly old. At least in his mid 50s. His body was lightly smoking, and covered with a series of leaves and herbs. He seemed to be unconscious, having most likely passed out from the pain of the acid burns.
Ranimadrix approached the man.
"I'm back, father. I brought a healer, just like I said." He leaned down, tears welling up in his eyes.
"You're going to be fine." He then looked back up to Odeir, nearly pleading for his assistance now.