Jadlin Hayes
5th day of Fall, 514
OOC - continued from here.
Though Jad was in greater discomfort for lack of continuing with the regimen of painkilling herbs, he felt better than he had since regaining consciousness in the University's Infirmary. He was sore all over, but no longer fuzzy headed and disoriented. The pain gave him focus, to a degree. Focus on each injury, as it throbbed to pique his memory.
His biggest concern was his Kelvic girlfriend, Black Onyx. He hadn't seen her in several days now, and had been feeling ill before that. His run of Leeching had caught up to him and prompted him to visit the library in hopes of finding a book of remedies for such ailments. He'd no success in THAT regard, but had been wildly successful in his overall quest. He'd found family!
Ricky Maze had been there in the library and they'd talked over a number of things. His infliction forgotten, Jad had intended to visit them both and introduce them to each other the next day, but had gotten caught up in foiling a robbery at the warehouse his boss shared with several other merchants in town. And now after being nearly skewered on a sword point and trampled under a panicked horse and the trailing wagon, he'd found himself recuperating under the care of interns and trainees at The University.
But he had no complaints. The cart had been all but empty due to his timing on foiling the robbery. He was not sure if it was simply impact with the paving stones or the wheel of the cart which had left him with bruised and broken ribs. The doctor had also mentioned a reset shoulder. He could move it, albeit gingerly. Upon request, they'd furnished him a polished metal tray to gauge his facial injuries. It was not as if he could not tell his head was bandaged, but the doctors said it was just superficial, and that the black eye would begin receding soon.
He'd wanted to leave the day he'd awakened, but they were having none of that. Even his boss, Mr. Pelthes, who'd been there for a sprained ankle, had sworn he'd fire anyone that stupid. A token bit of stubborn insistence had availed him nothing, except a much needed rest and the assurance that they would send someone to find Mr. Maze and Miss Black at the first opportunity.
But now there was one more pressing issue that tickled his thoughts with mystery. There had been several witnesses to the assault by the swordsman, himself the leader of the criminals intent on robbing the warehouse. But not a one of them had seen the dog that had come snapping and snarling to alarm the horse enough to pull to one side, causing the cart to lurch and throw the swordsman onto his own sword in the gutter.
Jad had heard it, he knew he had. This was not some delirious imagining borne of painkillers and concussion. The very fact of his being the only one to see this dog made him all the more certain it was a case of divine intervention.
He had asked his boss if there were any gods of "good luck" for lack of a better description. Mr. Pelthes had cited the twin sibling deities, Kel and Wyn, the patron gods of Lost Causes. His days in bed had been ample opportunity for Jad to convince himself that he owed an honorarium of sorts to these two, and vowed he would find some sort of shrine at which to offer his thanks.
Though Jad was in greater discomfort for lack of continuing with the regimen of painkilling herbs, he felt better than he had since regaining consciousness in the University's Infirmary. He was sore all over, but no longer fuzzy headed and disoriented. The pain gave him focus, to a degree. Focus on each injury, as it throbbed to pique his memory.
His biggest concern was his Kelvic girlfriend, Black Onyx. He hadn't seen her in several days now, and had been feeling ill before that. His run of Leeching had caught up to him and prompted him to visit the library in hopes of finding a book of remedies for such ailments. He'd no success in THAT regard, but had been wildly successful in his overall quest. He'd found family!
Ricky Maze had been there in the library and they'd talked over a number of things. His infliction forgotten, Jad had intended to visit them both and introduce them to each other the next day, but had gotten caught up in foiling a robbery at the warehouse his boss shared with several other merchants in town. And now after being nearly skewered on a sword point and trampled under a panicked horse and the trailing wagon, he'd found himself recuperating under the care of interns and trainees at The University.
But he had no complaints. The cart had been all but empty due to his timing on foiling the robbery. He was not sure if it was simply impact with the paving stones or the wheel of the cart which had left him with bruised and broken ribs. The doctor had also mentioned a reset shoulder. He could move it, albeit gingerly. Upon request, they'd furnished him a polished metal tray to gauge his facial injuries. It was not as if he could not tell his head was bandaged, but the doctors said it was just superficial, and that the black eye would begin receding soon.
He'd wanted to leave the day he'd awakened, but they were having none of that. Even his boss, Mr. Pelthes, who'd been there for a sprained ankle, had sworn he'd fire anyone that stupid. A token bit of stubborn insistence had availed him nothing, except a much needed rest and the assurance that they would send someone to find Mr. Maze and Miss Black at the first opportunity.
But now there was one more pressing issue that tickled his thoughts with mystery. There had been several witnesses to the assault by the swordsman, himself the leader of the criminals intent on robbing the warehouse. But not a one of them had seen the dog that had come snapping and snarling to alarm the horse enough to pull to one side, causing the cart to lurch and throw the swordsman onto his own sword in the gutter.
Jad had heard it, he knew he had. This was not some delirious imagining borne of painkillers and concussion. The very fact of his being the only one to see this dog made him all the more certain it was a case of divine intervention.
He had asked his boss if there were any gods of "good luck" for lack of a better description. Mr. Pelthes had cited the twin sibling deities, Kel and Wyn, the patron gods of Lost Causes. His days in bed had been ample opportunity for Jad to convince himself that he owed an honorarium of sorts to these two, and vowed he would find some sort of shrine at which to offer his thanks.
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