Look! It's a doctor!

[shabazzjunior]

*having gathered what medical supplies he could find, Joe has set up a makeshift treatment center and, arms full of bandages, announces;*

I can't help noticing the mansion seems to have exploded, and that kind of thing usually doesn't happen without a few people getting hurt. If you need help, you can come to me. Any other doctors around here, if

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[longuecarabine]

Hawkeye wanders over, he doesn't really trust doctors, but...

"I ain't no leech, but I've made a bit of a shelter," he gestures behinds him at a lean-to made of rubble and various bits of mansion, "and I figger you're prob'ly more in need of it than I."

After all, injured people can't run from wolves.

[shabazzjunior]

Well, there's an idea. *gives a quick, businesslike smile -- grateful, but without much time to elaborate* Thanks. Where is it?

[longuecarabine]

He makes a gesture to be followed. "It's over here." He leads the way to the lean-to, wincing a little at walking over the rubble--it's times like these one needs boots instead of moccasins.

The lean-to (for lack of a better word) is a bit crude but sturdily made. He's used to making these, to protect against the Hurons and the French.

[shabazzjunior]

*Joe looks the lean-to over and nods* That's good. Thank you. -- I'll move my supplies over here, if you don't mind. If you see anybody who looks injured, can you send them to me?

[longuecarabine]

He nods. "All right. I'll do that."

[shabazzjunior]

Thanks.