The old shaman rubbed his hands together, beaming a shy grin, before he approached, "This one, Ji Nuan, is this lad going to lie on this rock today?"
Ji Nuan nodded, "It would be best if he stays here and keeps still today. You can pitch a tent around the rock for him so that he doesn't catch a cold. Once the anti-inflammatory herbal decoction is ready, feed it to him. After that, his recovery would depend on his own constitution."
The old shaman nodded jovially, then turned abruptly stern, "Shi Jie, heard that? Pitch a tent for this lad."
Shi Jie twitched his lips, "Uncle Shaman, I have already asked the Orcs to fetch the beast skins..."
"But hey, I'm a clan leader now, can't I get a little respect?"
Very satisfied, the old shaman nodded and then turned towards Ji Nuan, "Lass, what was that magic powder you fed that lad? It made the pain go away instantly."