The Countess Heidra va Rastenbruck held her head high as she limped into the camp, trying her best to avoid being incident after escaping from the morgue. Her body was quickly crumbling and her flesh had already entered an advanced state of decay: she needed a healer, one skilled in dragon lore, before her body decomposes to the point of uselessness. She felt the pull of the dragon tug her toward Crim's tent, which she silently entered. 

"You are a...dragon priestess, I presume?" Heidra croaked in a grating voice. She was not used to speaking. "I need your assistance. I am...wounded, and in need of a healer. Only you will do."