He had nearly fallen out of his chair at the sound of someone slamming their hand down on the bar top. When his bleary eyes had opened what he saw that more people (or people-like entities) had found their ways into the inn and Talon had managed to simply doze off before ever getting his food. To his extreme delight, someone had placed a plate of food in front of him. It could have been anything, it wouldn’t have mattered to him, and he would have devoured it all just the same but it was very good. Maybe it was just several subsequent days of hunger but it had tasted like the best food he’d had in his life. He had eaten it all like a man who hadn’t eaten in days, mostly because he was, and sat back on his ragged flesh with a satisfied sigh. He had been so busy filling his belly that he didn’t notice the man soaked in blood and requesting, or rather demanding, his wounds seared shut. He also hadn’t noticed the pair of women, one sitting and one standing, at a table just a scant few feet from him. It was hard for him but perhaps not as hard as it was for other men to make a decision between the two but it had to be done.

And he wanted to do it. 

He fought back the new type of nausea, one from eating too fast after nothing eating nothing but spit for days, and walked his way to the bar. This is around the time that he had actually taken a GOOD look at the “man” that had wanted such a grizzly form of medical care. Maybe Talon would have had more time to really wrap his mind around seeing the man-dog person before him but as he approached he could tell that what the man had asked for was an absolute necessity. The… man, had more blood on him then Talon had thought most people could rightfully contain and one of his arms was severely wounded.

[b]“Mind if I cut in?”[/b]

He had already grabbed the poker on the way over because the man’s wounds looked bad from even where he sat but he was cursing himself for not rushing over with it when the severity of the wounds had become so obvious to him. He hadn’t quite had the time to get it red hot before he had snatched it up but the black of the over burned metal had begun to orange ever so slightly and there was no doubt in his mind that improvised medical tool would do as it was so briskly requested. When he had brought the up, or all to see, he couldn’t help but smile because there was a man he knew amongst the recruits, a man he didn’t quite care for, that had to have his wounds cauterized many months before. The man had been years older then Talon and screamed in a pitch that a woman would have been hard-pressed to have matched. Unfortunately, for this man, it was going to be a VERY unpleasant experience and that was something talon didn’t wish on even his enemies…. Not that he had any.

[b]“This is going to be [I]very[/I] unpleasant for you, sir. I apologize….”[/b]

With that he rose the poker to the wound, nodded solemnly at the dwarf and began working the angry iron through the furrows of the fresh wound. For having scores of cuts across his body and still many hours off of being rested, he thought he was working the iron much better then he thought he could. It was over for Talon a lot sooner then it had probably seemed so for the man whose flesh was searing and crackling against the fresh iron. He pulled the smoking poker away from the man and walked it back to the fire without adding anymore words to the air between the three men and returned to the bar to make sure that more good had been done then bad. The few moments of fresh air he was able to breathe while stowing the poker allowed him to really take in the searing flesh small that was perfuming the bar when he took his seat. It turned his stomach, almost too hard, and he had to take several deep breaths before he felt even remotely steady again. 

[I]Let’s not do that again…[/I]