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!uGYNBMPzOs 10/07/10(Thu)22:13 No.12367016"Doctor, what do you expect the outcome of such a hair-brained idea would be?" you ask him, deciding to worry about your commanders physical capacities before her emotional hurts.
"It doesnt matter what quality the metal is, there have only been rumors of some of the greatest of Doctors in the Duchy successfully completing a procedure like the one she wants me, an old man a tenth of the age of the Dwarves who can barely do such a thing in a clean hospice; and she wants me to do it in a dirty surgical tent not 20 yards from a pile of corpses." You nod to the surgeon, who starts stitching the shoulder shut.
"Now Kyria, what do you mean by 'fail in the Legion as well'. I realize that I dont know you as well as my other captains, and I aim to remdy that." you ask the cringing dwarf, pulling a chair up next to your bed.
as Kyria opens her moth to respond, Aurelius cuts her off with a rather effeminate scream, turning your head you see a few surgeons standing over him, one now holding the bloody piece of javelin that was just pulled through his calf. "I inherited my fathers forge before I joined the legion you see. But I must have mismanaged it horribly, it ended up closing down within a month of my taking it over. I spent the next two years on the streets, nothing to eat but the few rats I could kill with my bow. I was hired on by a band of entertainers to guard them in their travels... but the leader kicked me out at the second city we stopped at. I spent the next few years going through the same sort of experiences, nothing working out... always due to my own faults. And now I lost half of my battalion in our first engagement... your going to drum me out of the service when we return to DragonsReach aren't you?" her face, clearly one made for laughter and smiles is deeply set into a frown, a mask of desperation covering it. |