Maybe it was years on the field of battle or it could have been just the six years he had taken it upon himself to keep an eye out on his girl's brother. He was on his feet, placing himself between John and the stranger, and wishing that he had brought his sword with him. He ignore the tremble of the muscle as it protest the sudden movement. There was something familiar about the patch design on the other's white and red robs.
"Sir Oak..." John didn't quite lift his head up. Seeing the look Sam was giving him, "He's part of Captain Erik's unit and he helps out at the Grindstone as well." John push the tankard over the other seat. "You can have mine, sir."
"Sorry, Sir. Didn't know you were John's friend as well." He sat down, hand trying to rub out the protesting muscle. "Casualty reports... yeah, still dealing with my unit own reports." He saw John lean down a little, hand glowing a little. "It's already heal, John. Don't think that even you can fix it." He narrow his eyes, "Now are you going to explain about these notes that Warren is talking about?"
"He heal it wrong," John said.
"Of course it didn't heal right. Black Jack said it was shatter, had to sleep me to try and reset it."
"No, I see a couple of clean break but he heal them out of alignment."
Sam frown about to ask what he meant, decide that John might try to use this as an out. "John...worry about my leg later." He pointed at John, "All you told me is that you were doing some research for Thomas. I'm getting the feeling that their more to it then that. Explain now, John."
John turn to Warren, to Oak, and then to Sam. He couldn't tell them. He couldn't breaks Howl trust in what he been told.
(ooc: Would have done more but it's late. Go ahead and post and I'll try to get John talking more in the morning.)
"Sir Oak..." John didn't quite lift his head up. Seeing the look Sam was giving him, "He's part of Captain Erik's unit and he helps out at the Grindstone as well." John push the tankard over the other seat. "You can have mine, sir."
"Sorry, Sir. Didn't know you were John's friend as well." He sat down, hand trying to rub out the protesting muscle. "Casualty reports... yeah, still dealing with my unit own reports." He saw John lean down a little, hand glowing a little. "It's already heal, John. Don't think that even you can fix it." He narrow his eyes, "Now are you going to explain about these notes that Warren is talking about?"
"He heal it wrong," John said.
"Of course it didn't heal right. Black Jack said it was shatter, had to sleep me to try and reset it."
"No, I see a couple of clean break but he heal them out of alignment."
Sam frown about to ask what he meant, decide that John might try to use this as an out. "John...worry about my leg later." He pointed at John, "All you told me is that you were doing some research for Thomas. I'm getting the feeling that their more to it then that. Explain now, John."
John turn to Warren, to Oak, and then to Sam. He couldn't tell them. He couldn't breaks Howl trust in what he been told.
(ooc: Would have done more but it's late. Go ahead and post and I'll try to get John talking more in the morning.)
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