It took some more cajoling, but with my help, Tamsha calmed enough to accept his wounds being cleaned and bandaged.
I insisted the servants used their drinking water, since I knew it was at least boiled, but was still absolutely sure that the numerous wounds on Tamsha will get infected.
By the time the bandaging was over, Tamsha stopped acting like he smoked something bad. His eyes cleared, and so did his thoughts.
By then, I had already moved on to help my girls and check for losses in our equipment. Now I was busy trying to bend the remains of my spear into a shape that made it at least somewhat usable, with the help of a crafty Beehound.
Tamsha said something loudly. After getting no response from his servants, he marched straight to me, making several bees dart out of their ways with gasps and curses in his direction.
