Jancis paused on her way back to the inn. There was no mistaking the lumbering hulk despite his tattered appearance. Sir Castille, the mountain of justice himself, going straight for the inn. She stared as he walked across the plaza, taking in what she could see of his form.
Twelve's Grace, he looks far worse than before. She took a deep calming breath and headed back to the tavern for one more thing...
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"I'm sure of it."
Jancis turned the corner and quietly walked into the room where both knights were; she used the back of her heel to partially close the door since her arms were laden with supplies and one hand in particular gripping a large steaming mug.
She was not overly polite, more to-the-point (though she did bow her head to Sir Castille) and handed the mug to Crofte before unburdening herself of everything else on the end table.
Among the items was a small tin of salve and fresh bandages. Taking them, Jancis went in front of the large paladin, giving him an empathetic look. Glancing over at Cici's neck and that blasted collar, Jancis awkwardly spoke.
"Oh aye, mi'lord, ye know what's better than a swordarm? A swordhand! And ye's don't be fittin' no sword."
Holding her palm out, she made a beckoning motion to his hands, hoping he would offer them to her.
Twelve's Grace, he looks far worse than before. She took a deep calming breath and headed back to the tavern for one more thing...
~~~~
"I'm sure of it."
Jancis turned the corner and quietly walked into the room where both knights were; she used the back of her heel to partially close the door since her arms were laden with supplies and one hand in particular gripping a large steaming mug.
She was not overly polite, more to-the-point (though she did bow her head to Sir Castille) and handed the mug to Crofte before unburdening herself of everything else on the end table.
Among the items was a small tin of salve and fresh bandages. Taking them, Jancis went in front of the large paladin, giving him an empathetic look. Glancing over at Cici's neck and that blasted collar, Jancis awkwardly spoke.
"Oh aye, mi'lord, ye know what's better than a swordarm? A swordhand! And ye's don't be fittin' no sword."
Holding her palm out, she made a beckoning motion to his hands, hoping he would offer them to her.
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