[h3][u]Ayer Lecomte[/u][/h3]
[b]-- Half Past 9pm[/b]
- Mentions: [@Mataus]

The scientist looked at the wound and shook his head in thought, "No, I'm afraid... My tools, though grand and powerful as they may be, aren't capable of complex magic like that... Wait, maybe I can...! No, that won't work either. Unless you are able to revive your dead flesh after I flash freeze it... Umm, Let me see what I can do..." 

He was more an arcane scientist than any sort of physician, but basic first aid was a necessity when traveling alone across the continent. His eyes scanned the area briefly before he moved over and picked up the bottle [b]Mop[/b] dropped earlier. It was cracked in half. Not useful anymore. He then stepped over to where the guard, [b]Phillip[/b], was lying, ruffling in his pockets a bit. What he found was some crumbled money, a few dried orange slices saved in a wrap, and a barely functional pocket watch. 

Ayer frowned a little at the lackluster contents, reluctantly stuffing them in his own pocket. He then tore the guard's sleeve off, from the shoulder, using the edge of the knife hooked to his side.  

He turned. But something stopped Ayer, his eyes furrowing even more. He sighed and turned back again, on a dime. He tossed the torn rag over his shoulder and fished around in the pockets of the guard once more. While he retrieved the pocket watch, Ayer slid out a dial, a miniature screw, from a slot in his metal headpiece and tucked it into a slot on the side. The watch popped open and he soon found the issue. There was a clog of residue in the gears, not to mention the balance wheel was off-center, the reason why it was ticking the hands off-measure. This thing was probably really old, maybe even important to the fellow. He swiveled the little tool in seemingly bored fashion with a meandering, almost bored expression. This was trivial to him. In a few seconds, Ayer had cleaned the internal mechanisms and bent the metal of the balance back into place. Checking that it worked now, he slipped it back into the unconscious guard's pocket. 

"I'll take these as payment for fixing your watch. Thanks, and your welcome..."

He hurriedly went up to Paric, opening the snack wrap and shoving an orange towards the mouth of the Eldi, "Open your mouth. This'll be sweet... or not, I don't really know. But it'll distract from the pain. Not to mention, help you stabilize from the loss of blood." 

Ayer then began to wrap the wound with the torn sleeve, trying to put a stiff pressure against the gaping hole where the blade entered. 

"Well, that's the best I can do. You feeling any better?" his eyes narrowed, looking at the bloody rag, "There isn't much we can do about it now. Let's get on one of those ships, and quick. Once we're out of danger, we can worry about infections and whatnot. There might be some first-aid somewhere in one too. There usually is, at least." 

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