Upon arrival at the camp he’d set about the medical segment, a crude allotment of tents for the moment. There were a good collection of people there, ranging from the old with issues regarding their own work to those that were too young to even hold a sword thinking they were some sword god. Saturn would carefully turn those ones away, explaining to them that they would likely get hurt before being much use. Some would get mad of course but others would readily accept it given that the demi-god instead would send them to somewhere they were more useful.
Saturn’s grasp of the human body was very… faint to say the least. He’d have to examine people for a little longer to get to where he could send them elsewhere. Some people that came in with injuries he’d treat as quickly as he could; a light grey glowing hand taking away the hurt… Though he didn’t seem to know exactly what he was doing and could use a little help when interacting with the various people coming to the tents…
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