Ilse Varro

Patches fighters up between bouts at the Marrowring — has stitched more split brows than any healer in Highbridge, and has an insult ready for every single one of them while she does it.

Ilse's bedside manner is a running roast — she'll tell a bleeding fighter exactly how stupid the move was that opened them up while she's closing the cut, and somehow that's what half the roster wants to hear before they go back out. She's seen every kind of injury the sand produces and has stopped flinching at any of them; what she hasn't stopped doing is caring, loudly, in the only register the Arena will let her get away with.