The masked elf Ibar had been tending to the branded dwarf, the lack of proper medical supplies had not bothered him, as in the very least he had the ability to knock the dwarf out prior to the scorching of cursed flesh, a grim smell had eminated from within the house of the procedure as water were then poured upon the face, realizing the burnt face would be troublesome, he traced sigils upon a steak gifted to him by a traveler, flesh barbs spouted out as the enchanted meat were placed upon the dwarf, giving quite the absurd look, how he missed the mushroom bread he usually used for the spell, none the less, the branded one were saved, scarred by the elf now instead of the dark forces which happened upon him.