"I know that, dear," Alander replied, smiling slightly. "But the solvent I can make with the hoof-powder, plus some of our dear dragon friend's saliva if she would be kind enough, will help your bone knit together much faster if I apply it before we push it back in."

He turned his head toward Arzu and the dragon, watching as he helped the physically awkward beastie to grip the pestle. He perked slightly as Arzu asked for a cutting implement. Something that was not a knife.

"Hmm...I have a small collection of saws in my store room. It's down the hall and on your right. It shouldn't be too hard to miss..." he mumbled, turning back to the young woman's wounds. The smell was oddly intoxicating. Clouding his vision. He forgot to mention which door it was.

Forgot, in his odd intoxication of the sanguine pumping from the fever hot flesh of a half-demon, that the small bedroom was unlocked.