| "This, was the most honest thing I have told you this evening," he said, brushing off little bits of clay out of the wound he would have to get looked at immediately, "Feel free to leave, I'm bound by my word. I don't hunger for power, I hunger for knowledge. The crest on my neck states who I am. Our work saves lives, even if it must take some in return. Our influence reaches far greater places than this. I wasn't taken in because I was wounded, I was taken in because of where I'm from. I am a part of the biggest army in the world, that is why I am alive." He said with a little irritation in his voice. "But you are right. I have no power over you, because you are a free being who did nothing wrong, maybe except for wasting my time, and perhaps was wronged, by me in return," he trailed off and reached for his coin purse. He once again, walked after Ariel, covering the distance that took her a couple of minutes in seconds. With the hand that wasn't injured, Wys showed five gold mizas and stacked them in front of her. "Don't bear me any ill will, hatred is poisonous. Buy yourself some clay on my behalf, if that is any compensation for what I've done. Be well...oh and you will see me again," he finished with a warm broad smile and putting extra stress on the verb. That situation wasn't made any less creepy by the bleeding hand, and a sword on his waist. If that weapon would have an aura, it wouldn't take long to figure out that it has taken lives. This wasn't a wasted opportunity, he realized, he never had a chance. Wys didn't give her money because he felt sorry, he did it because Ariel revealed some very, very, very interesting information, and he was very grateful for it. Perhaps he would ask for a different place to sleep, Wys wouldn't want anyone finding him here, even if he was a very light sleeper. With great knowledge, comes great danger, and this is very interesting indeed. |
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| Time Stamp: 20th of Winter, 510 AV. Late afternoon, in one of the Opal Clan's Healer's tents. |
| "Ouch! Please be careful with that, Ahna" Wys said to the healer who was slowly extracting little bits of dirt from his hand with a pincer and scalpel. The clay that the girl's been eating was still stuck in his hand and could get infected.Not that Wys couldn't patch it up, trying to pick out with a sword wasn't that grand of an idea. "Oh stop being a baby, Wystern, I thought Syliran Knights are tough." "We are, Ahna, but in this case I'm getting a sore wound pocked by a knife." "How did you get this anyway?" she asked picking out another small rock. Wystern took a moment to think, "a little bird strolled out." "Birds don't bite." "It was a figure of speech," he said with a smile. Something told him to not flirt with his doctor, but men often ignore that little voice. Like the one that what he learned today could haunt him. Or the one that said that this whole quest is a terrible idea. Pfft, voices, it was more fun to get lost in this Drykas' eyes. So he smiled, yet again and changed the subject, asking about her family. Maybe it was sad that he knew how to manipulate the more human-like people, but the little Pycon girl told him off and left. He smiled at so much irony, and giving props to Ariel's bravery. That little one really is one of a kind. Maybe it was a bad idea to call her little after all? By midnight, Wystern's wound was patched up, and he was making his way to a different tent. All his stuff was already moved, not that there was much to move. So Auristics, was it? Now, where would one start looking for something like that? |
