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Not a Sayan
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FetzenTrevor "Shadow" Stevens
The small town fell rather quiet while he walked, his pace was hampered a bit more than he thought it would. The small injury turned out to be troubling but at least nothing felt broken or ruptured in his back, one more thing to be thankful for. He could see a few troopers riding along down the road and waved at them.
The troopers rode up on him and stopped, “hey Jain wants all the leaders and supervisors to meet back at town” they looked a bit tired but otherwise looked fine except for one that looked like she had been crying.
Trevor put his sword away and looked up at the trio, “What’s the status on everyone else, I’m guessing we won?” he said as another single shot rang out in the distance.
The troopers looked among each other and seemed to be whispering, “Yeah we won, only looked like a small group got past us. But we had a couple casualty’s, April and Derrick. Only a few wounded I think.” The girl that was with them seemed distant.
With a sigh he rubbed his brow, “well that’s unfortunate, alright thanks for the info, continue your patrol and make sure the towns secure before joining back up with the others.”
The trooper nodded, “OK I’m guessing you don’t need a ride. And uh are you alright you're covered in blood” both male troopers eyed him over curiously.
The armored man paused for a moment and looked himself over, “no most of this isn’t mine and yeah I’ll walk back from here.” With a nod and a wave he headed off back toward the walled off town.
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At least the walk back was peaceful, no gunshots or screams left his thoughts to wonder back to what those troopers had said before. It was always a worrying thought to have members of an expedition lose their lives, he could only hope that their deaths were worth it. Not only did they have to keep an eye on the morale of the troop but now they had to keep an eye on those that were close to them, the people of last hope are not well suited for loss of this sort.
This time the gate was open when he got to it, he could see several of the troopers and scouts already being mobbed by some town lady’s that insisted on thanking them. None of them approached him and to be honest it was probably for the best, the last thing he needed was Masiy to come out of nowhere and kick his ass which she still might do anyway. So the man limped over towards a nearby fire, the fire was small and looked to be for cooking. Taking out a small knife he rested it so that the tip was in the coals and began to take off his field bandage.
He heard a voice behind him that sounded strangely familiar, “hey, uh sorry about earlier the mayor told me to come and apologizes to you and the others” the man was one of the ones that were on the wall earlier and was most likely responsible for their leaders injury.
“Yeah, well if you’re really sorry then you’ll go get a 5 gallon bucket of water and a couple towels or rags” he paused for a moment as his bandages were fully removed, “unless you want me to go breaking down doors looking for the well.”
The older man looked confused for a moment before wandering off, now Trevor had an unpleasant experience ahead of him. He’s done this before cauterized a wound, but it’s never an enjoyable experience. Carefully Trevor pulled out a small metal bottle about the size of his thumb and took a little of the yellow material inside out on his finger, spreading the foul smelling material over his wound he grimaced. It stung but would ultimately help, tree sap and honey was his father’s cure all disinfectant and healing salve, that you would think would smell good but never did. Next came the unfortunate part.
Sitting down next to the fire and grabbed a small stick his eye barely caught a bit of movement nearby. He had a bit of an audience, some kids were staring at him and all he could do was smile as he was about to traumatize some of them. Retrieving the blade from the fire he eyed the red-hot tip and while biting down on the stick ran the tip of the blade across his small open wound, his flesh sizzling with the heat of the blade, and he could barely stifle the low growl that escaped his mouth.
He sat there for a little while longer breathing hard and not moving as the man from earlier came back with the bucket of water, “here’s your water, and do you need anything else? Like a doctor?” the man sounded worried either about this chain mail wearing man, the smell of burning flesh, or the cringing and gagging children hanging around nearby.
“No I think I’m good. Oh wait which way to my glorious leader?” the man seemed a bit off put by Trevor and just pointed in a direction.
“We cleared out a shed for her, there is already a few others there” the man set the bucket down and dropped the rag down next to it. Eyeing the stranger over one last time the older man wandered off towards the kids shooing them off further into town.
It didn’t take long for the ever so slightly injured Trevor to find the shed the man was talking about, a couple troopers were shooting the breeze outside talking about all the girls here and which ones they could get first. “Well at least they aren’t in too rough of spirits” he thought while setting the bucket down and opening the door. Just inside the door way he could see Jain laying down with James and Maisy nearby. “O hey guys, good to see that all of you are doing OK, don’t mind me or this” motioning to his blood stained clothes and skin. “I can truthfully say that most...” pausing for a moment to look at Maisy, “of it is not mine” he smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders waiting for the punch he knew he would receive eventually.
The tall man closed the door and slowly limped over to the opposite corner with his bucket in hand, “don’t mind me I just need to clean myself off.” Again he smiled nervously at Maisy before taking off his chain mail and took off his clothes opting to quickly clean off the blood and grim quickly and hoping that Maisy wouldn’t make a big deal about his injured leg that for the time being wasn’t bleeding. After cleaning himself off he went to cleaning off his clothes, sitting down with his clothes drip drying off of any small little edge or hook he set to work with the smaller rag and began to clean off his chain mail.
Occasionally he would check his leg and eventually spoke up, “towns secure, ran into a small group of the thugs and one got lucky. I’m assuming that you’re all aware of the casualty’s on the hill, April and Derek.” He paused for a moment looking between them, “it’s a shame really but so far the troopers in town either don’t know or don’t care and are focusing on the local lady’s” his voice was rather mono tone, he wasn’t quite sure what the general feel for the two they lost today would be. “The leader of these bandits seemed to have run off when the Calvary charged I think anyways. With your permission I would like to interrogate the thug you brought in earlier and if able have me and my strike team go in and take out the threat.” He may have been speaking out of turn, but he was still rather upset.
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