Back in Town

[Senion Boh]

Senion's tall frame hunched as he hobbled along. The knife wound he sustained while he was away from this grand city was close to his hamstring. Until it heals the limp it brought forth will be a severe hindrance. Senion had done his best to clean and bandage his wound, but with out the aid of a professional it won't he'll properly.

The entrance to the city was as he remembered yet why did it seem so different to him? Had he really been gone that long? Moving along he noticed that there weren't as many people out on this day. The weather had started to change. Growing colder, and the trees turning color, people grew less and less active. This is the time Senion liked, it made it all the easier for him to blend in and track his foes.

The skittering of a mouse brought him back from his euphoric memories. Deciding that it was a good idea to find someone that could help with his wound he started forward. The makeshift crutch that he used snapped, causing him to fall heavily against the side of the entrance. His cloak blew in the wind revealing his pants that were crusted with dried blood.

He released a long and profound sigh and decided to just sit down for a moment.

[Iris]

Iris noticed the young man trip. But, no... He had been using a crutch. Maybe she could help, after all. If there was anything she had learned well, it was healing magic. After all, Miranda never was the most cat-like thief the world had ever seen. If it was nothing that immediately threatened his life, she could fix it. Of course, she had never learned anything serious, since the thieves guild had a healer that she could trust the serious wounds to, but she had confidence in her ability. Besides, he didn't look like he had much money, anyways...

Walking over to the man, she bent down. "Are you alright, sir? C-can I help you? I- I'm a... healing apprentice. Err... Abigail Walter... B-but you can call me Abby... I... don't think I can help you if the wound if serious... or rather, I don't know how to heal serious wounds... I mean... Ohh..." She groaned for extra effect, "I-I have a daughter, you know! She gets cuts and scrapes all the time... I... Well, I think I can help you with that limp of yours..."

"Unless... unless you don't want my help..." Her eyes began to tear up, and not even waiting for the man to reply, she cried, "I knew it! I'm just a useless old widow! I can't do ANYTHING right, can I?" She began to sob profusely, her palms now covering her eyes...

[Senion Boh]

Senion coming out of his delirious state noticed the girl sobbing uncontrollably. "What did she say?" he thought to himself "Something about healing?" again in his head. It couldn't be the worse thing to happen to him, so why not.

"I'm sure you can be of much assistance" he blurted out trying to calm this woman down. He slid closer to her and patted her back. "My wound isn't that bad it's just too close to the hamstring" he said trying to get her to think of something else

"I would have you check it but this probably isn't the place to do it" He stated in a quit muffle "It's closer to areas I'd rather not expose" coughing to follow that up

[Iris]

Ugh. Does he think he's hitting on me? What a loser.

This was all Iris could think as she heard his reference to his injury's location. She knew, though, that men like this could be tricked, and easily. After all, she was wanted, having stolen from someone she had been later informed was one of the royal family. Oh, well. Royals didn't care much for the people, anyways.

"Shall I help you up, sir? Y-you do not look as though walking is easy for you. I know of a few places where I can treat your wound."

She extended her hand to him, and smiled warmly. She was, if nothing else, a good actor.

[Senion Boh]

This lady is weird. And theres something oddly suspicious about her. Senion thought to himself

He accepted the help, but never really understood that chill running down his spine. His almost sixth sense that warriors possessed while being on the verge of paranoia when on a hunt. But what could possibly go wrong Senion was in a nise safe and secure town. He pushed that feeling back and suppressed it to a mere itch on his spine.

Realizing his makeshift crutch had broke he pulled out one of his smaller axes as opposed to the large battle ax strapped to his back. The smaller ax worked well enough as a cane but he would have to find something more suitable.