Not entirely new, my world would have people fall into it from distant realms. Rare, but somewhat understood. So strange, to be the one removed and banished somewhere so... novel.

[Novel is a nice word, because Sherwood cannot say he feels particularly strongly about this hotel just yet. He's still stuck a wildcard and sleeping in the lobby. It's not the most promising circumstance, but he isn't afraid to put in work nor get his hands dirty. If he works well and complies, perhaps they'll set him high on the ladder. As it should be.]

Now, now, they needn't twist my arm. I volunteered for the position. To have healing magic and not offer it to those in need is the mark of a weak and selfish man.