The Gallows is not quite all in one piece in the aftermath of whatever occured there, but at some point in the days following and once the pattern of usual business reasserts itself, a man appears in the clinic. Or the undercroft. Or wherever it is physicians do their bloody work in this place.

This at least is the usual kind of apparation, made up of the typical combination of flesh and bone. At the sight of Sidony there, Marcoulf clears his throat. Eases his damp cloak back over his shoulder.

"Can you say when a healer will be here?"