Tristan smiled. He doubted he had save the man's life, though he had clearly relieved some of his suffering. "That's my job. Let me clean up that head wound." He went into his office and returned with some cotton pads and a small bottle. A bath would do the man more good, but he would do what the could for the moment.

He glanced up at Mr. Meijer while he applied some disinfectant to the pad. "So what's brought you all to Whitby?