To see if this place has both alcohol and something to stop the bleeding.

[He walks with purpose, and given RP is a fantasy, we're gonna say he's got a better sense of direction than me and finds the bar pretty damn quickly. And after some further investigation, the items he seeks: a bunch of bar napkins and a bottle of . . . something, it isn't labelled, but it's clear, and that usually means strong.]

Fenris.

[He says it before taking a pull on the bottle. Definitely strong, Maker, he can still taste it on his tongue even as he wets some napkins with it. Putting it against his wounds hurts, but not as much as infection will!]

A warlock is a type of mage, is it not?