[Raistlin could sense that something was unusual with this man. Something wasn't quite...normal. But just what, he couldn't quite place it. The man's strength was remarkable. It was clear he was a man accustomed to being in the public's eye. Here, he was standing there despite his injuries, addressing Raistlin properly and thoroughly.]
I couldn't help but notice your condition. I'm afraid I'm no cleric, [Here, Raistlin paused and chuckled darkly.] However, I can offer you a remedy.
[Pulling out from his robes a small teacup, Raistlin murmured the words to a beginning spell of his and allowed the water to boil in the cup. He carefully and skillfully poured the healing herbs into the teacup, then handed the cup to the man.]
It won't fix your injuries, but it will present you with a calm of mind for the meanwhile. It might help ease your suffering, at least a little. [Raistlin wasn't one to offer things like this without asking for something in return; however, he was sure that this man might expect it. He seemed like the kind of man who was used to being put into unique situations, as even the sight of Raistlin didn't seem to bother him too much.]