“He’s dead, alright.â€
The medic withdrew his hand from the corpse, flicking his fingers in distaste at the stench that had seemingly been laid upon his skin from its brief contact with the dead Elezen. He rose, turning to face a very displeased Brass Blade sergeant who loomed over him at the cell’s entrance.
“Halone’s frozen ass…†Broken Nose gritted his teeth. “Weren’t ya s’pose ta keep him alive?â€
The Midlander shrugged helplessly. “I treated his injuries and stopped the bleeding! It doesn’t mean that I can fix the months he’s gone without food--or his general well-being for that matter! He didn’t die primarily from the wound inflicted by the blade to his...jewels, so to speak. He died because he was unwell and malnourished. And beaten.â€
The Roegadyn Blade frowned. It was obvious the medic had no love lost for any criminals he treated, and Broken Nose knew that they only did what was minimally necessary for certain prisoners. It was usually the more violent criminals that got the least amount of care. And this Elezen certainly qualified. Still, the Hellsguard did not think he would waste away so quickly, given that the medic did see to him. But the labored breathing, the quick wasting of what little muscle he had left, and the coughing up of blood…the signs had all been there that he was not doing well. And yet they had still kept him in chains. He was a dangerous criminal after all.
Ul’dah never showed mercy to the weak.
“So no sign of foul play?†Broken Nose cocked a brow.
“Nothing obvious.†The medic glanced over his shoulder, frowning as a new wave of stench greeted them. “No new beatings since I saw him last. No broken bones or wounds. And usually any kind of poison would show some signs. Foaming at the mouth, bleeding gums, bloodshot eyes…depending on the agent used.†He shrugged again.
Broken Nose narrowed his eyes and poked his index finger against the Midlander’s chest. “Look him over again and make sure. You were assigned to tend to him and he died. Under your care and under my command. Neither the Sultansworns nor the Immortal Flames will be happy about this.â€
The Midlander snorted disdainfully. “The man was a thug, sergeant. A murderer belonging to a bandit gang no less. I would say his death, as well as the Hammerbeaks cut down in Pearl Lane, will equate to being less criminals we have to worry about.â€
The Roegadyn exhaled sharply through his flared nostrils, annoyance pulling his brows dangerously low. “Check him over again. I don’t care if you come out smelling and looking just like him. Got it?â€
The medic grumbled but nodded, turning back toward the prisoner.
With the Elezen dead they’ll look for another suspect, Broken Nose thought darkly as he began to walk back down the corridor. The Brass Blades knew about the bandit gangs within the city walls, but so long as they were not threatening anyone significant, most of them were left to be. There were never enough resources that they could muster to fully counter all the bandits...and some of the gangs were admittedly a source of business for some of the Brass Blades. He himself had accepted a bribe or two in the past, or turned a convenient blind eye from time to time. At least before he'd chosen a new path for himself.
The Roegadyn also understood that the poor, after struggling to survive for so long and having little means to do so, often banded together in one group or another for the simple sense of security. There were many reasons why gangs were allowed to exist within the Jewel, but now that guns were fired and reports made, actions needed to be taken. Nobles would not want to hear about gunfire near their precious homes and streets.
Ousting all the bandits from Ul’dah would be a task all its own, and was likely to incite more violence since the bandit gangs were often armed. But since this last group had been armed with Vylbrand guns, the Immortal Flames would also want to turn their eyes to the source of such weapons...and that is when their attention would undoubtedly turn toward Deneith and her Limsan merchant--the one Broken Nose had met moons ago. An angry man full of hate for the Brass Blades and all the things wrong with Ul’dah. It couldn't end well.
I hope you know what you are doing, Deneith. The Hellsguard shook his head as he exited the gaol, the heavy door closing behind him.
The medic withdrew his hand from the corpse, flicking his fingers in distaste at the stench that had seemingly been laid upon his skin from its brief contact with the dead Elezen. He rose, turning to face a very displeased Brass Blade sergeant who loomed over him at the cell’s entrance.
“Halone’s frozen ass…†Broken Nose gritted his teeth. “Weren’t ya s’pose ta keep him alive?â€
The Midlander shrugged helplessly. “I treated his injuries and stopped the bleeding! It doesn’t mean that I can fix the months he’s gone without food--or his general well-being for that matter! He didn’t die primarily from the wound inflicted by the blade to his...jewels, so to speak. He died because he was unwell and malnourished. And beaten.â€
The Roegadyn Blade frowned. It was obvious the medic had no love lost for any criminals he treated, and Broken Nose knew that they only did what was minimally necessary for certain prisoners. It was usually the more violent criminals that got the least amount of care. And this Elezen certainly qualified. Still, the Hellsguard did not think he would waste away so quickly, given that the medic did see to him. But the labored breathing, the quick wasting of what little muscle he had left, and the coughing up of blood…the signs had all been there that he was not doing well. And yet they had still kept him in chains. He was a dangerous criminal after all.
Ul’dah never showed mercy to the weak.
“So no sign of foul play?†Broken Nose cocked a brow.
“Nothing obvious.†The medic glanced over his shoulder, frowning as a new wave of stench greeted them. “No new beatings since I saw him last. No broken bones or wounds. And usually any kind of poison would show some signs. Foaming at the mouth, bleeding gums, bloodshot eyes…depending on the agent used.†He shrugged again.
Broken Nose narrowed his eyes and poked his index finger against the Midlander’s chest. “Look him over again and make sure. You were assigned to tend to him and he died. Under your care and under my command. Neither the Sultansworns nor the Immortal Flames will be happy about this.â€
The Midlander snorted disdainfully. “The man was a thug, sergeant. A murderer belonging to a bandit gang no less. I would say his death, as well as the Hammerbeaks cut down in Pearl Lane, will equate to being less criminals we have to worry about.â€
The Roegadyn exhaled sharply through his flared nostrils, annoyance pulling his brows dangerously low. “Check him over again. I don’t care if you come out smelling and looking just like him. Got it?â€
The medic grumbled but nodded, turning back toward the prisoner.
With the Elezen dead they’ll look for another suspect, Broken Nose thought darkly as he began to walk back down the corridor. The Brass Blades knew about the bandit gangs within the city walls, but so long as they were not threatening anyone significant, most of them were left to be. There were never enough resources that they could muster to fully counter all the bandits...and some of the gangs were admittedly a source of business for some of the Brass Blades. He himself had accepted a bribe or two in the past, or turned a convenient blind eye from time to time. At least before he'd chosen a new path for himself.
The Roegadyn also understood that the poor, after struggling to survive for so long and having little means to do so, often banded together in one group or another for the simple sense of security. There were many reasons why gangs were allowed to exist within the Jewel, but now that guns were fired and reports made, actions needed to be taken. Nobles would not want to hear about gunfire near their precious homes and streets.
Ousting all the bandits from Ul’dah would be a task all its own, and was likely to incite more violence since the bandit gangs were often armed. But since this last group had been armed with Vylbrand guns, the Immortal Flames would also want to turn their eyes to the source of such weapons...and that is when their attention would undoubtedly turn toward Deneith and her Limsan merchant--the one Broken Nose had met moons ago. An angry man full of hate for the Brass Blades and all the things wrong with Ul’dah. It couldn't end well.
I hope you know what you are doing, Deneith. The Hellsguard shook his head as he exited the gaol, the heavy door closing behind him.
