Tucker removed a slim silver vial from his pouch and poured its
contents down the stranger's throat.  A small groan emitted from the man
was all the thanks he got for it.  Tucker corked the vial and with a
quick flick of his wrist put it back into his pouch.
	A few minutes went by and the potion began taking effect.  The
cracking and popping of bones resetting was accompanied by a howl of pain
from the man.  The wounds and lacerations on his flesh mended and soon
the man was once again whole.
	Tucker carefully removed the stranger's helmet to be met by the
eyes of the man.
	"Hello, my name is Tucker," Tucker said, arm outstretched to help
the man up.