Doc found himself in the Cairn's storeroom - a little alcove that had a slab sarcophagus that was so old that the name of the dwarf was by now impossible to read. A few crates and barrels were stacked around, and Doc found one that held rum. The guard outside had said nothing at all when Doc had sauntered past, and Doc filled his flask, drank it, and filled it once more. To his great dismay, they didn't seem to have anything resembling tobacco.
Kaligan found himself a medic, who checked, cleaned, stitched, and bandaged the worst of his injuries. Nothing was broken; nothing life-threatening. The medic shook his head and smiled in disbelief, saying, "It's a marvel. You're very skilled or very lucky; Both, I'd say. After going toe-to-toe with a giant or two! And yet, I think I can safely say, you'll be fit to do it all again tomorrow! Simply a marvel."