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"Have you any formal training?" questioned the Miqo'te.
"Yes," he replied shortly.
After several minutes of silence, save for Bear's grunting, Gavriel spoke again, this time very softly, "My Uncle was a surgeon and my mother, Llymlaen bless her, was a thaumaturge."
After a long while, the surgery was done. Bear took the knife out of his mouth, smiled and moved his arm in a circle at the shoulder, "What are you two? White mages?!?! Hahahaha! Thank you both."
"Did you just call me an old decrepit man?" asked Gavriel with a wry smile.
"Miqo'te I didn't even catch your name!"
Gavriel was about to thank her himself, but realized he didn't catch her name either.
"Yes," he replied shortly.
After several minutes of silence, save for Bear's grunting, Gavriel spoke again, this time very softly, "My Uncle was a surgeon and my mother, Llymlaen bless her, was a thaumaturge."
After a long while, the surgery was done. Bear took the knife out of his mouth, smiled and moved his arm in a circle at the shoulder, "What are you two? White mages?!?! Hahahaha! Thank you both."
"Did you just call me an old decrepit man?" asked Gavriel with a wry smile.
"Miqo'te I didn't even catch your name!"
Gavriel was about to thank her himself, but realized he didn't catch her name either.
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Gavriel Venitiago