[color=#115DA8] "Good to see you're up to the front with us. I never did catch your name." [/color] Franz took his hand from the wound, droning a hum to himself as he flexed his hand. There was wincing as he rolled his shoulder and readjusted his position. [color=#115DA8] "I must not have applied the supplies correctly. It's still bleeding too much. It wouldn't be too much to ask for a cigarette? I've misplaced my pack." [/color]

Although he sounded calm, the man was in pain. He was in a great deal of it but there was only so much they could do about it now. Maybe some drink but a cigarette would have done him just fine... the smoke it... helped him think. It helped him relax as he explained his situation to the other arriving soldier.

[color=#115DA8] "Bullet wound. It went in and out clean, you just need to close the wound." [/color] He ruffled his hair a bit to get the dirt out,leaning away from his temporary doctor so they could work without getting it all over him or the wound. He addressed them both, wincing as the makeshift medic worked and caused him to grit his teeth for a moment.

[color=#115DA8] "I am Franz. We didn't have a chance to talk with our superior giving the order to charge. I'm glad to see you've both made it here safely. I must ponder, however, why help a Darscen like me? Not that I'm complaining." [/color]

There was some minor peace to be had, the feeling of not being abandoned being more than he was honestly expecting. There was so much hostility against his person and his people that he wouldn't have been surprised if more people here turned up to be anti-darscen. The imperial blood also served as its own problem. From the right angle any man could tell he was strongly blooded in Imperial genes although he had little worry of that right now. Neither of these two appeared to have any major bias against him for the moment.

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