Injuries were abound in plenty. The barkeep, injured himself, pulled up a large hard leather case from behind the bar. The overused metal hinges groaned along with Clay as he flipped the lid back.
One by one he took out item and implement. Some familiar, some bizarre. Some so ancient surely they couldn’t work anymore [i](if they ever did)[/i]. Others appeared so advanced you couldn’t possibly determine their purpose. At first it seemed to be a healers kit of some sorts, creams and scissors coming out, but as he continued rummaging through it and removing things, one could not be so sure. Some of the items could easily be misconstrued as torturing implements, or perhaps devices of a much more personal nature.

Finally Clay pulled out a roll of bandage from the deep case and awkwardly began wrapping it around his bloody, tattooed toned stomach. Noticing Lavender come back into the bar he gave her a knowing smile that quickly faded into a wince of pain. 

[i]“Girl!”[/i] he snapped, looking at [@Marmalised Junk]. [i]”Throw that thing away and get some clean supplies from here, see if anyone else needs anything too.”[/i]

[i]”Dead people cant buy drinks.”[/i] he mumbled to himself.

His eyes briefly flashed to the golden bipedal lion creature.
[i]”Just... ah. Be with you, in a minute.[/i]