[Ludovico]

Oliver wasn't sure what Zosa was trying to do, but after he grabbed his hand, there was a loud slam from some place down the alley. The boy turned half expecting more bandits, but instead it was a wobbly young man in a white robe. He smelled a little like to much to drink and came bumbling towards them. Was this the healer? Oliver didn't waste time in finding out. “Hay...” he briefly left Zosa grabbing the man by his robes and pulling him to Zosa's arm. “Can you heal this?” he asked finding his voice coated with relief. The man nodded but mumbled something about cost in a slurry drunken voice.