Kiral went with the others to follow the tiger and entered into a slightly larger building of the village. There, a much younger tiger, not too much older than those in the group, cleared out a table and ushered them to sit Macid onto it. Meanwhile, he went over to a rather large shelving unit that took up the whole back wall of the home and sifted through several wooden cups of things that Kiral didn't even want to guess was inside. He could have sworn that several of the bottles had fingers or fetuses or even a certain male appendage. Kiral shook the thought out of his head and turned from that part of the house and just watched the tiger bring over several cups of dried materials as well as a jug of some kind of liquid. The tiger ground several dried materials together slowly before finally pouring them all into the bottle of murky, green liquid. He then mixed it all with a wooden spoon and then poured it into a deerskin container. "This little concoction completely purifies any wound and helps speed up the healing process. Use once, and only once per wound. Any more would be waste." He then placed the top on the bag and shook it viciously, before stopping. He then opened it back up and stuck his fingers inside, pulling them out, covered in a thick syrupy goo, "You won't need to mix this anymore, this state of the liquid is permanent. Now, this is going to be extremely painful. Your wound has too much filth within it, waiting so long." Kiral stepped up and removed the bandage as the tiger applied the goo onto the wound, which seemed to harden in a matter of seconds. "You won't need to dress the wound. It hardens in a matter of seconds. Blood causes to quickly harden. Once your wound heals, it should start cracking. Here, you seem like you would be the most responsible for this." He closed the top and handed the bag over to Mortis. At around the same time, several women walked into the home with 7 bags and a small box about the size of a shoebox. With a closer look, Kiral realized it WAS a shoebox. The women handed each traveler a bag, which was warm to the touch, "We made each of you half a loaf of bread and two slices of ham. It's not much, but please accept it." The elder tiger took the box from the last woman and handed it to Kiral, "Several years ago, the Rulers were our worshiped heroes of legend. They saved my life and gave me this box from their world. Inside, is an item that was a keepsake from their leader that he said he would come back for when it was time to return to his world, but he never came back for it. Take it to their group's leader, and cram it up his ass for me." Kiral took the box and opened it. Inside was a weird electronic machine that he had never seen in his life. He closed the box back up and nodded. Kiral didn't know what to do, so he left the room and waited outside for the others. He had no more business and didn't want to stay any longer.