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Quite a conniption. And Mauve merely added salt to the wound by a pressure of her palm to gritting teeth and sucking of air of Plum, before unceremoniously assisting him with the removal of the bloody thorn. And how she held the dagger as bitterly as Plum's eyes glared daggers at her behind his mask. She taunted him, threw the ball back into his court. Curse his ill fated fortune, but let the villain gloat and tout her victory. Gives a man time to think, and the hundreds of possibilities quickly calculated and narrowed out to one. Someone else had entered the room, Bram was somewhere near, and there was Rave as witness to the act. The Lord of the Manor cared not for them, and would be of no help to alert the guards. It was time to swallow his pride and admit def-

And then came Rave, armed with a silken cloth, an interloping angel or something much worse? Plum thanked Rave for putting another body into harm's way, surely Mauve would not dare strike now. Then again she did attempt to strike an innocent bird, so why would she pause for Rave? But to stuff the handkerchief into the wound, without removing his split shoe at first? There was a step missing, and Plum's eyes were split between placing his trust in Rave to not mangle up his foot, or Mauve and her bloodlusting dagger. Someone screamed, neither Rave, nor Mauve, nor Himself, all very distracting to his thoughts. He needed a cobbler, a patch to mend the shoe would be needed, if it could even be salvaged. Alternatively he would need new shoes for his feet.

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"Oh betrayal is the greatest of all pains,
Summon the doctor please for my pleasure,
All bleeding stops eventually from dry veins,
But for now please apply direct pressure."
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Gathered the plan of action, as his mind muddled the maze hobbled on one foot. Surely the message was clear despite his unusual mannerisms? There was a man who by the jist of things was some sort of doctor among their lot. The man who wore a vulture's face, a bird skull much to Bran's distaste. But perhaps it is fortunate that one such came to this place, for he could be Plum's saving grace. Yes, prove him to be of such a type and class, surely a wound as simple as this he could treat.