A traveling hellkin was a highly skilled medic who knew how to make most medicines, use magic to heal, and was an accomplished surgeon. They did not discriminate with their treatments, and only charged as much as a person was capable of paying. Even if it meant just asking for a simple meal, or, not asking for anything more, than a thank you. -- Anon Guest
If someone looked no further than first impressions, he looked like a wandering vagabond carrying a dovecote on his back. They would certainly notice the horns, hooves, and spaded tail before they would see that the 'dovecote' was a sort of chest with drawers and doors. There were bundles of herbs hanging off it, and the Hellkin himself had a sickle and string on his hip. There was a posy of common herbs tied to one horn, advertising his trade where people were wont to stare.
He called himself Vitality, and he was a wandering healer. Wandering for reasons that quickly become obvious the more anyone learns about how the Unwelcome are treated in otherwise civilised territory.
There are some towns that Vitality walks through quickly. Some where he pauses to ask after the sick, but is hurried away. Some where he takes the longer path around, just for his own safety. The places that made his keep were the ones who saw him coming and, instead of readying the pitchforks and torches, sent out a runner to come fetch him in.
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