"It is meant to counter the toxins of a particularly nasty poisonous frog, as I mentioned." Frowning, he motioned for the saurus to stay put. "I will be back in just a moment, I need to hand this off to Zuztle." Slipping inside the tent, he walked through the tunnel opening it concealed and handed the mortar and pestle to the old healer. "Zuztle, I know we're in the middle of something, but I may need your help with something. There is a saurus outside who is either ill, injured, or poisoned. I'm going to take a look at him, but I'm going to need your expertise for a proper diagnosis."
"Oh? Wh-what are the s-s-symptoms?"
"So far, a cough with... well, some kind of discharge. I was busy mashing up the roots and have not had a chance to check yet."
"Hmm. This d-does not sound g-g-good. Keep me p-posted."
Nodding, Tik slipped back outside and walked carefully over to the saurus. He held his hands out but pointing downwards, palms facing back towards him. Most lizardmen beasts were trained to recognize that as a sign that an approaching being was friendly. "That is a nasty cough you have," he began carefully. Moving slowly, he pulled a scrap of clean linen from a pouch and used it to wipe a drop of fluid from the saurus' chin. "I am sorry to have to ask, but I must insist you tell me everything you can about what ails you. We cannot afford to have illness run unchecked through our encampment."