A Rude Awakening

[Khayman the Wanderer]

Looking around the barn as the last stalker fell, Khayman sighed and looked down at himself. In his old body, he could have simply called upon the Lord of Battles, but now, he felt no affinity to any deity. So kneeling, he rummaged through his backpack and came up with a medicine bag. Grumbling to himself, It's been too damned long, he said, then looked around. One of you help an old man out, my fingers aren't working correctly to treat these wounds. 

Treat Wounds: 1d20+7 9