And verily, I was brought back to the encampment to tend to mine wounds and to have mine limbs severed ere the foul rot did take hold. There did I encounter a fair young healer named Hope, yet no solace did she grant, only a stout piece of timber 'ere she did cleave my parts asunder. And lo, she brandished it high aloft, smiting me whilst she did cry, "desist from thine own assault!"