Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20160630223627/@comment-5583506-20160717174010

"'Replace'", teased the Nord without smiling. "Such a fancy word for a common grunt. I doubt you gorillas have the capacity to understand the arts of healing either way. Good luck treating your brain rot, you pointy-eared bastard, cause I sure as hell won't."

The men didn't seem to like the Nord, but they knew better than to trifle with him. Being the only healer of the Emperor's People, he was a necessary evil to put up with in their eyes. At least until they could find someone else who knew how to treat wounds.

The Nord lifted Evelyne up and stomped forward. One of the men positioned himself in front of the healer out of spite, causing the man to freeze up and stare him down. "Move", he said and made sure to punctuate every spelling.

Reluctantly the man stepped aside and allowed the healer to pass with the Breton in his arms. He looked at the other men and made a nod with his head in a direction, signaling for them to go and do something else.

Swift coughed and drew for breath, gaining consciousness once more. "Where... what am I?" he said in a daze, mixing the words up.