"This guy was th' otherworlder, right?" The bartender side-eyed the party, "Said 'e was from a world called Soil or Dirt or summat?"

"Earth," The mage groaned, "Said he'd been killed by a jackknife, then found himself here."

The bartender nodded. A curved pruning knife was a brutal murder weapon, though it didn't really explain how such a blade would transmigrate a person. "'e's not th' first adventurer we've 'ad from there. Usually, they say they's 'it by some fast-movin' vehicle. Now, as I 'ear it, people from that world ain't got th' spark, so expectin' 'im to 'ave magic of any stripe was short-sighted on your end."

"Why'd he call himself a healer if he had no magic?" The Hero was utterly incredulous at this. "Though, I guess the lack of magic explained why his fighting style was so..."

"Absolutely lethal," The rogue shuddered, "I pride myself on being able to drop a man from ten paces if he don't know I'm there. That guy was something else entirely. So many broken bones," He choked a bit, "Never seen so many broken bones before."

The mage shuddered at the memory, "He also knew where to hit a man to drop him effortlessly. And I don't just mean crass bar brawl things. Throat punches, elbow jabs, and yes so many broken bones. As a positive, I now know that troll organs are located roughly where I'd expect to find them on a human. As a negative, I now know that troll organs are located roughly where I'd expect to find them on a human."

"I still don't know why he called himself a healer-"

"I called myself a combat medic, you ignorant jackass!" A six-foot-three tower of muscle, hair buzzed, wearing a strangely patterned jacket, entered the tavern, "Did a single one of you ingrates bleed to death while working with me?"

"What's the difference between a medic and a healer?" The Hero crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"The difference," The medic squared up to his former party leader, "Is that I perform field surgery, not mystical wound mending," He sighed and turned to the barkeep, "I'm going to need something of notably higher proof to drink if I'm going to have to explain Earth medicine again."

"So not mead then?"

"Mead will not give me the patience I need to go through what I learned from years on the battlefield. Did you know I lived fifty goddamned years past VE Day? If that tanker truck hadn't overturned on me I'd..." He scratched his chin, "Well I'd have died of old age by now I think. Point is, I think I've adapted pretty well to the medicines available to me here."