If there was any single word or phrase that Warren Castille could attribute to John Waterstrike, it would be well-intentioned. The miqo'te had volunteered his services to the Grindstone time and time again, and Warren had seen the sorrow in his eyes whenever someone would act hard and walk off a losing round without being healed. The same boy who might wonder why someone would do that, however, had similarly refused treatment at the hands of another. John didn't want to be an inconvenience, or slow anything down. Good intention. Bad idea.
Warren had his suspicions of the miqo'te's designs when he was first cowed into healing Howl. Those suspicions were confirmed when the man ran off and left his notes behind. Warren read them, of course. They outlined plans and risks, and Warren wasn't about to turn a blind eye to the circumstances. While John and Sam were having their decidedly-one-sided conversation, the Arbiter was going looking for Waterstrike. There was one certainty; The airship flight was canceled.
Warren had his suspicions of the miqo'te's designs when he was first cowed into healing Howl. Those suspicions were confirmed when the man ran off and left his notes behind. Warren read them, of course. They outlined plans and risks, and Warren wasn't about to turn a blind eye to the circumstances. While John and Sam were having their decidedly-one-sided conversation, the Arbiter was going looking for Waterstrike. There was one certainty; The airship flight was canceled.
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