The House of the Red Hands

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A House that provides healers for those can afford to pay.

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Lysaer stood in front of the doors to the house, holding his purse of coins in his hands trying to discern if it was enough. He had managed to earn a few more coins in the last few days, and he had taken care of his wounds as best as he could, but they were not healing properly.

He took a deep breath before he knocked on the door, praying to the gods that it would be enough, or else he wouldn't know what to do.

[The Stranger]

An older man with long white hair, comes over to where Lysaer is sitting. "Yes hello, how can I help you eh?"

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"I have acquired two wounds in a swordfight, that has not healed properly and the one of my arm has begun to pus and smell bad, so I have come to ask for your services."

[The Stranger]

The man surveyed the arm, and sniffed it, "It's going south, but its not yet there. Do you have forty silvers?"

Lysaer did a mental count. He did not.

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Lysaer shooked his head and sighed.

"I do not posess that kind of coin, I am afraid, but I need to have my wounds healed or else I will probably be dead in a few weeks. Is there something I can do in exchange for the services, besides giving you what coin I do have?"

[The Stranger]

"Well... I could take the arm off for 20 coppers, or... perhaps there is something you could help me with?" The old man says, "I saw your lute, are you by chance a minstrel?"

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"Taking my arm off is not an option, then you might as well kill me right here and now, and I would hate to die." Lysaer said, adding a smile at the end.

"I am, Master Healer. Do you need me to write beautiful serenade to your wife or someone you want me to, in exchange of healing me? Tell me, I can do almost anything."

[The Stranger]

"Well... it's not exactly that. You see.. my daughter. She's fallen in for a bad man, and wants to marry him. I've told her no, and I fear she will run off and do it anyway. She needs to learn that love is fleeting, and hearts are easily broken. I thought you could... convince her that there are many men, and this bravo is nothing special."

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Lysaer nodded and rubbed his chin.

"I guess that is something that I can do in exchange for healing my wounds, so who is your daughter and who is the bad man she is thinking of marrying? Tell me more about her and her usual places where she goes."

[The Stranger]

"These days, it seems she is always with him, at that terrible tavern, "Manyar's" but if she is not there with him, she'd be with her friends in the rose market.

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Lysaer looked at the healer, and gave him a sympathetic nod.

"Where is this Manyar's? I have been to many of the taverns here in Braavos, but I have not heard of this place? I will do all in my power to get your daughter to see the error in her ways, and start listening to you again. I need some time to do this however, and the wounds need to be healed first or else I think it'll be a hard task to sway her."

[The Stranger]

The man sighed, "I know. I will have to trust you to come through for me afterwards, lay down, I have work to do."

The man goes for a bag of his medical craft, and starts to work.

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Lysaer laid down and let the healer do his thing.

"One's word is the most important thing in the world, Master Healer. I have given you a promise, and I will keep myself by it."

[The Stranger]

The rest of Lysaer's statement was a garbled string of curses and screams as the doctor did his work.