Member
Nallore
Antlers
Pyrogue
Fish of Oblivion
Not a Sayan
Neziul The smith gave a short, sharp nod, crouching to affirm the name on the tag.
"Gestirn..." he ruminated, lifting the tag to confirm.
The burly man then hefted the crate with a stifled grunt, before lowering it on to the table with a soft thud. The rounded corners and regular grooves on the side granted it a military aesthetic, while the dull white and orange lid gave it a more commercial appeal.
"Holding fee, 100 Lien," he clarified, "It's been here all morning. Plus whatever you owe this guy for it. I'll forward it back to Vale for you."
A wide winged bird flew overhead as her would-be moment of peace was interrupted. A man who appeared to be a Huntsman holding his side approached, asking for a doctor. She closed her eyes a moment, as if considering something, then patted the subtle bag at her waist. Her nimble fingers slid inside deftly, gripping at a few spare bandages. She then withdrew her hand, clutching the cloth with a spool of metallic wire looped around one finger. She was somewhat disappointed, as she didn't have a true suture or suture needle, but she could make due with what she had. She figured if she could cauterize the wound with a light activation of Burn Dust, she could stem the bleeding and avoid immediate infection, giving her enough time to bind the wound before anything went wrong. That way, if he needed more intensive treatment, he wouldn't die before he got it. Slowly, her right hand shot down the side of her leg, where she soon produced a bright red Dust crystal.
"Alright, we can do this the quick way, or the long way," she began, holding the warm crystal out towards his side, "Your choice. But I advise you choose quickly. Can't have you losing too much blood," the woman explained, all without so much as an introduction, with the scarf still covering half her face nonetheless.
"Gestirn..." he ruminated, lifting the tag to confirm.
The burly man then hefted the crate with a stifled grunt, before lowering it on to the table with a soft thud. The rounded corners and regular grooves on the side granted it a military aesthetic, while the dull white and orange lid gave it a more commercial appeal.
"Holding fee, 100 Lien," he clarified, "It's been here all morning. Plus whatever you owe this guy for it. I'll forward it back to Vale for you."
A wide winged bird flew overhead as her would-be moment of peace was interrupted. A man who appeared to be a Huntsman holding his side approached, asking for a doctor. She closed her eyes a moment, as if considering something, then patted the subtle bag at her waist. Her nimble fingers slid inside deftly, gripping at a few spare bandages. She then withdrew her hand, clutching the cloth with a spool of metallic wire looped around one finger. She was somewhat disappointed, as she didn't have a true suture or suture needle, but she could make due with what she had. She figured if she could cauterize the wound with a light activation of Burn Dust, she could stem the bleeding and avoid immediate infection, giving her enough time to bind the wound before anything went wrong. That way, if he needed more intensive treatment, he wouldn't die before he got it. Slowly, her right hand shot down the side of her leg, where she soon produced a bright red Dust crystal.
"Alright, we can do this the quick way, or the long way," she began, holding the warm crystal out towards his side, "Your choice. But I advise you choose quickly. Can't have you losing too much blood," the woman explained, all without so much as an introduction, with the scarf still covering half her face nonetheless.