The Healing Rooms

[The Sovereign]

This small building is separate from the main Palace, but still shares its elegance. Inside it is equipped for looking after a small number of patients, with a few beds in rows. The air is cool and clean, with a faint smell of herbs left by those that are used in healing various ailments.

The position of Healer is currently vacant

[Morgan]

Groaning, Morgan hauled himself up onto the table in the Healing Rooms. Trysten and Sapphire had brought him here, and for that he was vey grateful... but he dared not stay with them much longer. He never knew when his personality would switch and he would go dark.
"Please," He smiled at the Palace Healer. "I am wounded... I need some aid."

The healer nodded in reply, and quickly tended to the man's wounds.
"How'd you get so beat up?" She asked him thoruhg a mounthful of cloth, then spat it out and tightly bound his midriff.
"I... I was in an accident?" Morgan guessed, hoping this sounded feasable. He was so tired of lying... Things were made easier if peple didn't ask questions. Thankfully the healer seemed to accept this as truthful, and so no more was said on the matter.

Expressing his sincerest thanks to the woman for her aid, Morgan settled himself down on a couch at one end of the room. He would remain here a while, to recover his strength, before he ventured out into the city. For a while at least, it seemed that he would be content just sitting.