At fifty-three, Doctor Robus the health-nut-freak, Hnf for short, was the best testament to the powers of his own medicines, his almost one hundred percent vegetarian diet, and his rigorous exercise regimen. An impressive man, at first glance he looked like one born to carry sacks and sacks of corn and beans on his broad shoulders. But don't judge this book by its cover. Robus the Hnf was not a laborer. He was a highly respected medicine man who reputedly could diagnose at a glance, or over the phone.
The Hnf was very much into the financial side of his craft. Unfortunately there were just too many quacks in the medicine business about at the time. So, while waiting for his ship to come in, he supplemented by selling turkey, which he promoted as the white meat. It was a compromise, but it knocked nothing to hell, for this white meat was what kept him a meal or two ahead of empty belly...At the time we meet him he was working a little town north of Oink called Payo Bispo, with the usual limited success. He was moseying about, cursing his fortunes, when his eyes alighted upon a sign plastered on a lamppost: Medical Specialist Needed to Save Queen in Oink. It might have read, Just About Everything You Have Been Waiting For, Doctor Robus.