Agatha, their healer, came rushing to his tent mere moments after his call for help. The men sitting close by had heard him but did not dare enter the tent without his permission, asking him instead what was wrong and Garrett requesting them to fetch her. He allowed her to enter his tent, bringing a strong scent of turmeric and ginseng with her. She was an older lady, her brown locks streaked with grey that she always had in a secure bun atop her head. Her face was beginning to show signs of age, with wrinkles at the corner of her eyes and right between her eyebrows which were often knitted together in concentration. She carried a large canvas bag with her at all times which always made a very distinctive jingling noise wherever she went.
Garrett had been pacing around, not taking his eye
