[center][h2][color=steelblue]Dalious[/color][/h2][/center]


[color=brown]"...Instead of slinking off to drown yourself in drink."[/color]

He was just thinking about that very thing as the Father had said it.  Not wanting to cause any more upsets, he just nodded and went along with everything as told.  Walking back to the bed he let out a huff, at least the Father didn't say anything about whether he could get revenge or not.  [color=steelblue]"He's so caring that one..."[/color]

[b][color=fff200]“What are you doing standing up? Do you really want to die so much? You nearly bled out a couple of hours ago, you need to rest.[/color][/b]” 

Dalious stared at the healer woman with wide eyes for a moment, before complying by sliding back into bed.  [color=steelblue]"Yes, madam,"[/color]

[b][color=fff200]“I’m sure your delegation has rooms assigned in the palace, but if you would prefer something less… formal, I have a perfect spot for you to stay at for couple of hours,”[/color][/b] she informed him while grinning.  Dalious paused in response as he didn't know what 'delegation' meant, so he just stared at her with confused eyes.

[color=f9ad81]"If I owed you anything before, we're now even."[/color]  Laurel said to him.

Dalious just gave her a kind nod to say he agreed.  The Earthican princess stopped him from speaking his mind further as he did not want to cause any more outbursts from her.  He could tell she didn't like him, also noting the bond she shared for her warrior.  Things were becoming clearer for him.  He stayed silent as they conversed, until they all left the room leaving him alone with the healer.

[color=steelblue]"I'm actually feeling much better already,"[/color] he told her with a grin, patting the clean bandages over his wound.  [color=steelblue]"Perhaps I'll visit your 'perfect spot' another time, I've got a few things to do...revenge to obtain, you know, little things..."[/color]  He lifted himself only to fall and slunk back down in the bed.  The pain had sharpened, and his body felt weak and fragile.  [color=steelblue]"Or, maybe I'll just stay here a bit longer..."[/color]

A moment later the losers from the arena battle had started to pour into the room from the halls.  They were loud and obnoxious, their armor dented and their mouths filled with complaints of the arena winner, Ultfic.  He was the captain of the kingsguard for Earthica, and the way they spoke of him made him sound like he was two stories tall and could breathe fire.

Dalious ultimately kept to himself, up until one of the wounded men howled over to the healer as if she were an animal.  The rude man called her over, ordering her to help him next.  Dalious forced himself out of bed this time, taking a second to collect himself before he walked over and kindly told the man, [color=steelblue]"Piss off, you wait your turn like everyone else."[/color]

There was an awkward pause, but the man oblidged with a shrug of a shoulder.  He and a few of the other wounded all walked out, deciding it wasn't worth getting into another fight over.  For the few wounded that remained, Dalious decided that he would help the healer in caring for them.  Not because he cared, but if he was to stay here any longer, he'd need something to do.  He didn't much like rest.

[color=steelblue]"Let me help you,"[/color] he told her, and without waiting for a response he grabbed the first injured man he crossed and looked at his wounds.  [color=steelblue]"The bloody hell, a mere scratch!  Get out of here you big baby!"[/color]

The next one was a bit more serious, as the arena champion appeared to have knocked him a good one on his forearm.  Dalious began cleaning it with a rag though his attention stayed on the healer.  [color=steelblue]"What is your name, and why do your people have those dots on their foreheads?"[/color] he asked, while the man he was caring for let out a sigh from the discomfort he was feeling.  Dalious pointed a scolding finger at the wounded man and told him, [color=steelblue]"Shut it!"[/color]  

[color=steelblue]"...I am Captain Dalious Durendail,"[/color] he continued to speak toward the healer, of which he didn't yet know was part of the royal family.  [color=steelblue]"One of the most famous sea captain's of our era, as shitty an era as it may be."[/color]  He bowed to her, then continued to wipe the blood from the man's wound.  [color=steelblue]"I'm sure you've heard of me....how did you come to be a healer?"[/color]  The wounded man grunted again as Dalious carelessly wiped his blood clean.  [color=steelblue]"Or should I ask why?"[/color]

Finally a servant came by with a tray of drinks, Dalious flagged her down and grabbed two glasses of wine in each of his hands.  [color=steelblue]"Well, I suppose that's as good as it gets, mate."[/color]

"...but you didn't do anything," the man said, attempting to grab one of his drinks but it was pulled away.

[color=steelblue]"I'll hear no lip from you, off you go!"[/color] he shooed him away and took his bed.  After downing one glass, he moved on to the next as he would listen to anything the healer had to say.