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[color=peru][center][h2]Stratya Durmand[/h2][/center]
Time:[/color] Night of the 21st
[color=peru]Location:[/color] Slums
[color=peru]Attire:[/color] Leather and chainmail with simple clothes
[color=peru]Interactions:[/color] Callum [@Helo]
[color=peru]Mentions:[/color] None[/center]

"[color=00F8FE]Oh fuck[/color][color=peru], he says.[/color]" Had she been recognized? Why else would he be so upset to- Wait a minute. Ooooh. She"d heard his voice before, which helped her identify his face. He [i]did[/i] recognize her, and her position. "[color=peru]Aaaaye, shyte,[/color]" she groaned, obliged to see that the prince is well. "[color=peru]Ye well know I can't be goin' and ignorin' y', aye? Much as it seems y'd prefer tha'. C'mon, then. Le's away somewher' me eyes don' feel so robbed and w'll get ye patched up. Shouldn't dip in the river with an open wound an' all.[/color]" A phrase from the country, emphasizing proper rest, care, and maintenance of things, lest they break worse.

She would lead the prince away from the slums, where at least the moonlight held more ambiance around them. Luckily for her, adventurers tended to be the prepared sort, so she had been able to bring supplies with her without drawing attention.  This included a basic first aid kit. Treating relatively minor injuries like cuts and splits and scrapes was relatively easy. It was just cleaning, and covering to keep it clean. She learned a lot from caring for the boys back in her village, and she'd asked one of the doctors in the city to teach her more. If one of the men under her command was injured, she wanted to be able to try and keep their injuries from getting worse. Those that would suffer injury for their work should be treated with special care.

The prince's purpose here, however, was unknown. What had he suffered these injuries for? The lives of nobility and royalty were strange indeed, and she dare not assume something at surface value, but should she really pry, at the same time?

Maybe not, but she couldn't just ignore this, either. "[color=peru]The slums is certainly an interestin' place to find someone like y'self in such a state. And what a story ya left behind for me, too. 'Some nutter got himself a beatin' for bein' a rich pest.' Y'did go and buy it, too, I hear.[/color]" Threw coins at the man. "[color=peru]Can't see the sense in it, but I won't pretend to understand that complica'ed web of complica'ed people you were dropped into. Jus'...[/color]" The knight considered how to phase her sentiment for a moment before continuing, "[color=peru]I don' think either of us wan' me involved in ya business, aye? Aye. Now, I'm sure ya don' want or need me to hold yer 'and. Good night. maybe get some rest?[/color]" It was best not to address him by name. He was quite a sight, and she didn't want to cause undo duress to the royal name. This was a delicate situation. One she wanted to distance herself from quickly.