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Post by Gregor Corbray on Aug 15, 2012 10:27:10 GMT -5
Gregor poked his head in the room, then walked in holding pack with medical supplies. "Excuse me Finn, I do not mean to interrupt your visit, but your wounds need tending." He began taking out some ointments and fresh bandages from his pack then looked up at Nym and Baelor. "If you will wait in the hall, it will only take a moment." Gregor said with an air of authority.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 15, 2012 10:31:02 GMT -5
Finn looked at Corbray suspiciously, "Says who?"
Feeling Finn tense up, Sable growled.
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Post by Flex on Aug 15, 2012 11:02:05 GMT -5
Baelor was about to reply to Finn when Corbray entered. He looked from one boy to the other, unsure if he should say anything.
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Aug 15, 2012 11:41:13 GMT -5
"Maester Lymon of course." Gregor continued readying his supplies as if Finn's caution at his presence was ridiculous. He ignored the dog, unconcerned with his presence. "I've studied under the Maesters for years now, you know that. They are too busy to tend to you at the moment so they sent me." Having finished picking from his pack he began to inspect Finn's wounds.
"You two can stay if Finn doesn't mind, though I have to clean his wounds to prevent infection. It may not be pretty. Blood and perhaps some puss, it might not smell pleasant." Gregor turned to look at Nym and Baelor.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 15, 2012 11:48:13 GMT -5
Finn frowned but nodded. The blankets concealed his hand gripping the hilt of his dagger.
"As you say," Finn agreed, "You two can go. Sorry about this, I'll see you all later on, perhaps at the feast!" He says, eyes not leaving Corbray.
When they were gone, he turned to the "maester's assistant."
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Aug 15, 2012 12:25:17 GMT -5
As Nym and Baelor stepped out of the room Gregor spoke loud enough for them to hear. "Here" He handed Finn a leather covered stick. "Bite down on it if the pain is too great."
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