"I certainly took in a few nicks and bruises in my youth. Like the bear bite." He patted his side abdomen, where a young bear had held Tegwaret between his jaws. "The wound never fully healed, it was a very close call. We didn't even have a healer at the house at that time. My mother had to enlist a flyer that was staying at the inn to rush me off to the nearest healer. That would have been the Daggerlin Hag. Deep in the southern part of Daggerlin forest."
Tegwaret mused about the memory for a moment as they reached the base of the hills. Pausing just a moment to reorient himself south. "That woman worked for trade. I don't know what my mother promised her...I think she was rather...misanthropic or...heh, homicidal. Who knows what she had asked in payment. Either way...you can still make out the teeth marks and some discoloration of the skin."