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Post by Ollie on Apr 23, 2008 0:24:24 GMT -5
One of the many rooms in Winterfell, this one in particular is where the maester keeps his medicines, tinctures, herbs, bandages, thread, and the like. The room smells strongly of something bordering between roasted garlic, dung, and formaldehyde.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 23, 2008 0:25:39 GMT -5
The second Burley and the Crannogman hobble into the room, blood seeping through their clothing.
"Touch more skilled than the bastard sword Burley, y'are," he says, touching the wound in his chest with a silent grimace.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 23, 2008 0:26:36 GMT -5
The Burley shrugs and says nothing, but hands Olander a bottle of red wine as the Maester begins to poke and prod.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 23, 2008 0:28:57 GMT -5
Olander grunts in appreciation and sniffs the contents of the bottle, out of habit. Satisfied that it won't kill him (at least as fast as a poison will), the lordling takes a swig.
"Bastard sword your son?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 23, 2008 0:30:00 GMT -5
The Burley takes the bottle of red wine, and chugs it until it is empty, but does not answer the question.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 23, 2008 0:36:34 GMT -5
Fishing around the back of his black lizard-lion skin belt, Olander retrieves a skin and raises it to his mouth. The thick liquid inside swills against his lips, and his adam's apple bobs, but makes no entrance into his mouth. It was a simple tincture, not a true poison in truth, for it caused no bodily harm, but would send even the stoutest drinker deeper into his cups than ever before. Wiping his lips with a breathless gasp, he passes the skin to the Burley.
"Your thigh is bleedin', not your tongue."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 23, 2008 0:38:33 GMT -5
The Burly nods, "This is so frog-eater." The Maester finally finishes with Reed, and turns to work on the Burley. The Burley takes the wine skin and chugs from it deeply. After a few minutes, he shows no ill effects.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 23, 2008 0:48:06 GMT -5
"Then it's the little Reed like me that un-mans you so?" he asks, his tepid eyes unblinking. The lack of ill effect had surprised him, though never would he show it.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 23, 2008 0:51:12 GMT -5
The Burley laughed, "Your damn spear nearly unmanned me. But you did not."
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Post by Ollie on Apr 23, 2008 0:56:58 GMT -5
"Gods forbid I should fish for northman an' come back with just his tadpole," he says with a single dry bark of a chuckle. "Besides that, I would be grieve to separate y'from your wee toad an' deny myself a crop of Burleys to stick."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 23, 2008 0:59:48 GMT -5
"Confident man for one who nearly died tonight." the Burley says, as he wipes some of his sweat off on his tartan cowl, and leans back onto the bed set up.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 23, 2008 1:01:54 GMT -5
The Reed shook his head, "This day is not the day I die."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 23, 2008 1:03:43 GMT -5
The Burly yawned, "Are you sure? You keep talking and you will tempt the Old Gods."
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Post by Ollie on Apr 23, 2008 1:10:40 GMT -5
"No fears. It's they themselves who tell me," he says, leaning heavily against the wall from his bed.
"When you wear the bastard sword come see me, Burley," Olander yawns, "Liked y'better then."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 23, 2008 1:11:38 GMT -5
The Burly says something unintelligible, because he appears to have fallen asleep.
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Hope you all are well and happy.