In Whitestone, Kash had developed a habit, almost a routine, of picking out at least one of the laborers or common folk each day to heal without cost. It wasn't kindness on his part, so much as an act of devotion to Life itself and a way of sticking a finger in Vesh's eye without actually provoking her.

Around the Inn, with no monsters to hunt, no dragon conspiracy, nothing to rebuild, there wasn't much call for healing. He didn't miss it, of course. Random kindness wasn't really in his bag of tricks, but routine and boredom were the mother of invention. So when he happened to be in the same place as a guy with an angry scar on a leg that wasn't healing right, Kashinvented like a mother.

He walked quickly over to the guy and said, "Helluva mess you made of that leg. I'm a healer. Mind if I take a look?"