* Sadurean heads into the tavern, tired and frustrated and wanting little more than to drink some ale and try to relax. He's wearing a heavy black cloak over some nice clothes and his thick black hair is pulled back into a small ponytail. He reaches the bar and orders his beverage, then moves on to settle at a table near the hearth, setting down a leather folder that he's been carrying.
<Roi> With his ragged clothes, Roi could swear that the weather was colder than his last patrol. The night patrols had taken its toll on Roi with him now showing signs of anti-sleep. Anyway, he doesn't have a patrol this night and isn't carrying his sword. With tavern in sight, he walks in and eyes the the contents. Seeing Sadurean the bard, he smiles but heads to the bar. Why did that guy have to be by the hearth? It was already co
<Roi> already cold as it was. But Roi wondered, did Sadurean's arm actually break or what?
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<Sadurean> There's no sling or sign of manhandling, at least as far as his arm goes. It looks like he got by with some bad bruising. Lucky for the bard. Durean seems as if he's also suffering a bit of sleep deprivation, there are bags under his eyes and he seems far less attentive than normal. He does notice Roi, however. The man is large and rather hard to miss. He watches the man cross the room, gaze narrowing a bit as he decides whether or not to speak wit
<Sadurean> he decides whether or not to speak with him.
* Roi pretends not to notice the bard. If the bard engages him, then who could blame him? Well, the captain for one... But the captain would probably be in his favor this time. Waving to the bartender, he sighs. Deciding to drop the fact that Sadurean was there, Roi began to think of the bandits and the mark of nobility. That mark was worth more than anything in the house, but been disguised into an old portrait of his mother. Of co
<Roi> his mother. Of course, Roi's father made sure that the pic was done badly so it couldn't fetch a price anywhere...
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<Sadurean> "What.. you're not going to throw things at me today? Did you find Daern?" After spending all morning working, the bard is crabby and has some steam to vent off. Of course, one has to question the wisdom of harassing a man considerably larger than you, but Sadurean has never been known for making wise decisions.
* Roi turns to face the bard. "So let me get this straight... you want me to throw stuff at you, Corporal?" Roi intentionally sturs on the Corporal. Gah. He was only waiting for his drink hoping not to cross that line, BUT it looks like Sadurean was about the cross the line without Roi's help this time.
<Sadurean> "No. I want an apology. You almost broke my arm!" Sometimes he can't help himself, he needs to pick fights. As for the rank? That garners little reaction from him since no one has actually spoken to him about the matter yet. "Bullying people isn't the smartest way to get what you want."
<Roi> An apology? What did he think this was? Osonea? "I owe you nothing. You got how much silver from me? And the information was of no help. We're even." Roi turns to the bar and sees his drink right there. "Ah, my painful drink."
<Sadurean> "I gave you good information. It's not my fault you didn't know how to use it. I take it Daern didn't share anything either?" He smirks, taking his ale from the barmaid when she brings it by. He sips quietly for a moment. "What are you going to do now?"
* Roi thinks for a moment just looking at the drink, then responds, "For starters, I gonna pretend you aren't here. If you interrupt my drink, you'll be lucky if you come off with only a broken arm. And your info was false. You were part of that guild before he was." Roi takes a sip and sits down not looking at the bard.
<Sadurean> "My information wasn't false. I said that I was part of the investigation, and that I knew more about it than anyone else. Daern -was- Winterheart's second in command and if he denied that he was lying, which is pretty damned stupid since that's why he's serving a sentance in Watch, then that's your problem. I never sell false information." It's the freebies that people need to worry about. That's when his word becomes less and less reliable.
<Sadurean> becomes less and less reliable.
<Roi> "You didn't sell that information..." Roi just shakes his head and takes a sip from his drink. "Besides, who could trust a bard? They could only dance and run away when the going gets tough." Roi doesn't mean these as fighting words as he says them loftly.
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<Sadurean> "You gave me money, I gave you what you wanted to know. How is that not selling?" He asks, rolling those dark blue eyes with that perfect level of obnoxiousness. "Better to be a bard than a fool who can't keep his facts straight. It's good that you joined the Watch, they need more mindless soldiers in their ranks."
* Roi drinks his pain ale and sets it down. "Gotta love that ale... I get drunk off it easily..." With that, Roi turns around and within seconds, he throws a chair at the bard's feet. "How dare you interrupt my drink!"
* Sadurean quickly lifts his feet up, glad that there's a table between him and Roi. He'll stand, glaring at the man. "What's wrong with you?! Are you trying to end up in a jail cell? I told the captain that you're violent, but I guess I should have said that you're insane!" He snatches up his cloak and the folder on the table, retreating back. Clearly the bard isn't going to hang around with Roi in here.
* Roi gives off a fake drucken hiccup as he now throws another chair at Sadurean. But accidentally letting go, it flings at the door blocking Sadurean in. "You *hiccup* have insulted my *hiccup* honor!"
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* Sadurean backs up quickly as the chair smashes into the door, splintering from the impact. He turns to gaze at Roi, his expression cold. "You wouldn't know honor if it hit you in the face. You're a man with no home, no respect. Do you think that hurting the only person that can tell you more about the bandits will help your cause?" He kicks at some of the wood pieces spread on the floor, "You're going to have to pay for that."
<Sadurean> have to pay for that."
* Roi staggers to the table next to the bar. "No! It's you who doesn't know *hiccup* honor!" He throws another chair at Sadurean with full strength.
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* Sadurean watches him heft more furniture, and moves to the side. He'll try to place the hearth between himself and Roi, concern on his face now.. though at the same time he's strangely curious to see how far Roi will go. Chairs are easy enough to dodge from across a room, after all. The bardmaid, in the meantime, will retreat into the backroom so she can fetch the cook. Durean never knows when to keep his mouth shut. "I'm not the one raging like a b
<Sadurean> shut. "I'm not the one raging like a bear on fire. Break some more.. I'm sure that the Watch will love to get this bill."
* Roi staggers over into the line of sight of the bard and throws another chair at the bard. "If *hiccup* you just *hiccup* stayed still, *hiccup* I swear *hiccup* that this *hiccup* wouldn't hurt as much..."
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<Sadurean> Stay still? Hell no! He keeps the healthy distance between them, rushing aside again to avoid yet another seat thrown his way. That one hits a table with some empty glasses on it and there's a lovely crashing sound as wood and glass break together splendidly. "Keep it up. I'm sure that's worth a few days in the jail all by itself. I can see now why people had your family murdered, probably all a bunch of tyrants!"
<Sadurean> tyrants!"
<Roi> "Shut up!" Roi yells now throwing another chair then another. Why did this bard have to insult his family like that? Roi, chancing it, runs after the chairs aiming for Sadurean.
<Sadurean> Too far? Too far. Well, at least he knows he still has the knack for inciting people into a rage. He ducks behind one of the plush chairs around the hearth as the next two Roi-projectiles hit the floor loudly around him. When he pokes his head up again to investigate, the man is coming after him. His blue eyes widen and he makes a haphazard run for the door. "A bunch of bullies and tyrants! Were they really bandits, or angry serfs that wanted you
<Sadurean> bandits, or angry serfs that wanted your family dead?"
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* Roi turns and runs to the door hopefully beating the bard to it. "What about you *hiccup* music? It *hiccup* sounds like *hiccup* a cate!"
<Sadurean> Roi cuts him off and Sadurean will skid to a halt, seeming far more concerned now that the man is no longer satisfied with simply throwing furniture around. He backsteps slowly, watching Roi carefully even as he taunts him more, "Ha! What would a drunk bastard know of music?" Sadurean always has to get the last word in. It's a terrible flaw. "I hear that in Hetia they send people that are violent like you to the mines as a slave. In Ourani th
<Sadurean> to the mines as a slave. In Ourani they hang them. I wonder what the captain will do? Maybe he'll report it to the commander. Crillner will have you lashed in front of the entire barracks."
* Roi hears no more of this as he attempts to grab Sadurean. The lashing won't be that bad, he tells himself, but this bard's arm will be.
* Sadurean tries to dodge away, but there's a table between him and freedom. Roi's able to grab ahold of his shirt, which is unfortunate because it's a rather expensive material, a nice dyed red silk. There's no clever retort this time as the bard will try to twist and shove the large man away.
<Roi> The bard's movement is difficult to deal with so Roi positions his leg to the side of the bard and forces the man's shirt to follow.
<Sadurean> There's no way that Sadurean can compete with Roi physically. The man forces him down and the bard will foolishly let him if only to spare his wardrobe. He doesn't -really- want to get the stuffing beat out of him. He speaks quickly now, trying to placate the man, "Okay okay! Look! I'm sorry! I have some more I can tell you about the bandits, just calm down!" How quickly his tune changes.
<Roi> "You think I want *hic* information now?" Roi with his hand still on the robe, reaches for his arm.
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<Sadurean> Not a robe, a very -nice- imported Hetian silk shirt! Roi grabs his arm, and he'll go for the cheap shot and try to drive his knee into the man's groin. "Your loss.." He says half as a growl, trying to pull away from the man's grip.
<Roi> What a cheap shot, Roi thinks as pain overwelms him causing his grips to tighten harder. Still able to concentrate, Roi raises the bard's hand and slams it down. Then puts his knee just after the guy's elbow and starts lifting up on the man's hand.
<Rhen> It's gotten to be that time of the evening again, when Doctor Rhen Miardrad's shift at the Infirmary ends and he shakily makes his way to the Mermaid's Song for a good several glasses of their whiskey. It's become a common sight to see the man, and right on time, the young doctor passes through the door, sleeves on his great white coat still rolled up over the elbows, long black hair still tied back to keep it out of his face. The poor man had only want
<Rhen> of his face. The poor man had only wanted a quiet drink, but instead he's greeted by the sight of broken glasses, smashed chairs, and... Is that a shattered whiskey bottle?! Oh, how barbaric! "What the.... What in the *hell* is going on here?!" The man's Ignari drawl is likely lost in the din, but in only a matter of seconds he's found the two brawlers and is navigating his way over to them. "Hey now!"
* Sadurean just wants to get away, but Roi's grip is like iron and he gasps as the man slams his hand down on the hard wood floor. This is not a good place to be. He feels Roi press his knee against his arm, feels the pressure, and then that stabbing, cracking pain that he wishes wasn't a familiar sensation. Sometimes Sadurean gets himself into these situations, and sometimes he's just the recipient of very bad luck. He screams in pain as the larger man
<Sadurean> luck. He screams in pain as the larger man breaks his arm, trying to kick him harder now with a renewed fury.
<Roi> Feeling the man's kicks, he forces his knee down harder and pulls on the arm with the same force. He knows that this bard won't ever come near him again. And he was fine with that. All he had to do is get to the captain first...
<Rhen> "*Hey!* You could kill him, you twit!" The man likely knows that, but as a doctor, it's one of those things you have to yell. Rhen has made his way to the pair now, and will attempt to put himself between the familiar bard and this newcomer. "Will you get ahold of yourself, you overly violent idiot?!" You know, that's probably not going to help. You should have just turned around and walked out the door. No one would blame you.
<Rhen> one would blame you.
<Sadurean> "Auuugghh!" Not the most graceful response, but the pain that Roi is sending bolting through his arm is horrible and Durean has never been overly tolerant. The man snapped the bones easily enough, the damage is done and the bard is rather helpless with Roi holding him down.
<Roi> "Now... *hic* you will not insult *hic* my honor *hic* again!" With that, Roi lets go and staggers to the door leaving the doctor and his newly found patient.
<Rhen> "Fecking drunk idiot..." If Roi was in the right state of mind, he might notice that the lanky man's accent is that of his own country, but Rhen doesn't seem to be paying much attention to him anymore, instead leaning over Sadurean and examining his arm. "Don't move boy, just your arm, if you can." Just looking at it is enough to let Rhen know that the bard likely can't, but this has to be tested. "Where else does it hurt?"
<Rhen> else does it hurt?"
<Sadurean> The release of pressure stops the horrible agony, his screams fading, but the pain doesn't disappear. He gasps, breathing heavily as he struggles to sit up, each little movement sending more torment through him. Rhen's instructions don't immediately register as his now-moist blue eyes track Roi leaving. The man was right about one thing, Sadurean definitely won't be messing with him again, at least not directly. He looks at his arm next, and actual
<Sadurean> directly. He looks at his arm next, and actually stares at it dumbfoundedly for a moment, as it all looks so unnatural bent at that weird angle and broken.
* Rhen will snap his fingers to get Sadurean's attention on him, hoping dearly that he's not about to slip into shock. That just makes things messier. "Avinash. Sadurean. I need you talking to me, and telling me if it hurts anywhere other than your arm." Arms just shouldn't bend that way, but that's probably not a good thing to say out loud. With one hand, Rhen is fishing around in his pockets for anything useful, or, in case that man comes back, some
<Rhen> useful, or, in case that man comes back, something sharp. He may not like violence, but Rhen's not going to let *his* arm get cracked.
* Roi staggers back in and puts 7 copper on the table for his drink, "I *hic* forgot *hic* too pay *hic* for my *hic* pain drink." Then he staggers back out without looking at the two.
* Sadurean pulls his attention to Rhen, recognizing him for the first time. Hell! The man said he would never treat him again! "Doctor.. I'm sorry! I am! It hurts! Please!" The bard can keep a remarkably cool head in some situations, and in others he's completely useless. He's known for breaking down under pain and this is hardly an exception.
<Rhen> "If you'll tell me where else it hurts, I'll get on with doing my job, Mister Avinash." Almost as if to emphasize the point, Rhen will take two fingers and begin applying light pressure to Sadurean's ribs, feeling for anything out of the ordinary. "I'm not sure how you managed to hack that gentleman off, but I would sincerely advise avoiding it in the future."
* Sadurean flinches when Rhen pokes at his ribs. "Just my arm.." He says as he grits his teeth again, any movement sending horrible waves through his arm and into his shoulder. His eyes are still tearing, he can't help that. "What do I do??" He says with a faint note of panic as his gaze strays back to the obviously broken bones.
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<Rhen> "You wait and let me examine your arm, and then we go back to the infirmary, where I set the bone and patch you up - it's all rather simple, but you likely won't be using your arm for some time..." He keeps perfectly calm when says it, almost as though he's not really paying attention to the boy. He'll even wave over the barmaid and murmur a few words to her about a splint before she sets off again.
<Sadurean> "Set it?! No!" Oooh, he remembers when his fingers were broken by Jayda. Lason had to set them and that was absolute torture. This pain is far worse, or at least it seems that way in comparison. He tries to inch away from the man, but again the movement is enough to make him immediately succomb to more agony and he lays back down, his breath hissing through locked teeth again.
<Rhen> "Mister Avinash, are you aware of just what would have to be done if you let it heal like that?" Rhen will pause for a bit of effect, and then, resuming that matter-of-fact voice as though it's no big news, will continue with "You'd end up coming to the Infirmary, where we would grumble that you should have come to us sooner, and then we'll have to rebreak your arm and set it. You likely won't feel a thing by the time I get around to setting it, Sadur
<Rhen> the time I get around to setting it, Sadurean, so unless you *want* to put us all through a lot of trouble or risk never using the arm again, I think my current idea is best."
* Sadurean is -trying- not to act like a baby, but he's in a lot of pain and perhaps overreacting a bit. Two sips of ale is not nearly enough to prequel getting one's arm viciously broken. The thought of the man setting the bones is still scary, but he nods faintly in agreement, his features pale but accepting of the argument. He's not going to push his luck, Rhen certainly has every right to walk away right now and leave him to his suffering. "I'll p
<Sadurean> leave him to his suffering. "I'll pay my bill this time, I swear I will!"
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<Rhen> "Well, that's reassuring, at the very least. I would advise you to remain at the Infirmary overnight anyhow, in case you have any internal bleeding from other wounds you might have received..." The doctor's voice will trail off as the barmaid returns with supplies, and he'll even flash her an uncomfortable, lopsided smile before setting to work. "You may feel some pressure..." The usual doctor-speak for 'This likely will hurt. A lot.' Without wait
<Rhen> 'This likely will hurt. A lot.' Without waiting for a reply, he'll begin making a quick splint - just enough to get the boy across the street.
<Sadurean> "I have my job.. in the morning." No one can doubt his dedication to making sure he's always at the guild to teach his morning classes. The doctor speaks of pressure and suddenly the man is pushing pieces of wood (probably from all the broken chairs) against his fractured arm. The bard howls in pain again, instinctively trying to jerk away from the man. Truly at his worst right now..
<Rhen> "Hold still, Mister Avinash. I'm nearly finished..." Well, not nearly, but experience says that it's always best to tell the patient that. So gullible, those patients... But then, when you're in screaming agony, wouldn't you want to believe whatever the doctor's telling you? After a few moments more, he's finished, and, satisfied with his handiwork, Rhen will lean back. "Alright. Let's get you over to the Infirmary before you pass out on me. The n
<Rhen> Infirmary before you pass out on me. The nurses might kill me if I dragged in a ton of snow along with you..." It's a rather pitiful attempt to lighten the mood, but Rhen's bedside manner has never been perfect.
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* Daern steps in the door, hoping to take a break from his patrol, with his partner directly behind him, then notices Sadurean on the floor being tended by someone, and steps over to help out as much as he can. "how can I help?"
* Sadurean was a far better patient when he was drunk that night, with the broken nose. Come to think of it, the boy has suffered an awful lot of breaks over the last year and a half. "A minute.. " He gasps, recovering from the increased pain slowly, his breathing heavy. There's sweat on his brow and if Rhen knows the signs of a person on the edge of their threshold, the bard is flirting with it.
<Rhen> "Take as long as you need..." Rhen's leaning back in over the boy, clearing debris out of the way before moving to prop the bard's back up against an overturned table. "Deep breaths, slow and even." For a minute, it seems that Daern wasn't heard, but at long last, the Ignari doctor will call out to the voice behind him. "Water. A glass of water for the boy..." Then there's a pause, and, almost as though an afterthought, "Glass of whiskey for
<Rhen> an afterthought, "Glass of whiskey for me."
<Daern> nodding silently, Daern moves to the bar, grabbing a small glass of whisky and a large glass of water, then returning with both "Here, a glass for each of you. What happened?"
* Sadurean leans back, following the doctor's advice as he feels the faintest beginnings of that euphoria a person gets just prior to losing consciousness. Debatably, he would prefer not to have to suffer this awake, but the man is speaking just enough to keep him aware. The sensation passes after a moment, and Durean will be still for the moment, not ready to chance moving again.
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* Rhen hold the glass of water out to the boy, trying to bring his awareness back to the real world. "Drink this slowly." With the other hand, he'll raise his own glass to his lips and quickly town it, putting the empty glass on the nearest table with a wave towards the barmaid. "Barroom brawl, as seems to be the custom in Sinari. Completely drunken fellow, wandered out several minutes ago."
* Sadurean sips slowly, some color returning to his features. If he was this difficult with the splint, Rhen has loads of fun to look forward to when he actually sets the arms. Roi went out of his way to make sure it was good and broken. He notices the Watch member then, "Daern.. What did you say to Avers? He said I lied about the guild. What did you tell him?" There's little strength behind the accusations, his pain too acute to be
<Sadurean> pain too acute to be forgotten.
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<Daern> "Poor Boy...I merely told him the truth, that there was no way the guild here could have been involved, that it was too new, and that you were a member before I arrived in Sinari." looking at Sadurean, torn between finishing what someone else had started for his treachery and non-willingness to admit that Daern had been too new of an arrival to be guilty of anything, and sympathy for someone else having brought harm to him. "So it was Roi that did
<Daern> So it was Roi that did this?"
* Rhen murmurs something to the barmaid as she returns with a bottle of whiskey, somehow knowing that's what the man wanted. He's not about to go and get properly pissed, but now that Sadurean's at least stable and his mind eased, the shakiness has returned to his hands. He'll take the second helping and down it before passing it back off along with a few coins. "Holding up alright, Mister Avinash?"
* Sadurean gives Daern a half-scowl when he mentions the part about him being a member. "Yeah, it was Roi. The man is insane." When he's holding perfectly still the pain fades to a tolerable throb, and Daern is proving an excellent focus. His breathing is still shortened, proving that he's far from relaxed, but he'll nod in response to Rhen's question. He's slowly warming up to the thought of moving to the infirmary.
<Sadurean> infirmary.
<Daern> "I'll see what I can do about the Roi situation, in the mean time, try to avoid picking fights with him, some people aren't as forgiving as I am." looking to the doctor "shall my partner and I help carry him to the infirmary or do you have him?"
<Rhen> "If he can walk under his own power, it would probably be best. Only time will tell though, and it's not urgent that he move immediately." Of course, the longer he sticks around, the more likely he'll be to go back for more of that whiskey, but if that's what he's after, he's doing a remarkable job of covering it up. "Undue stress could cause worse effects upon his body, after all..."
<Sadurean> "No.. let's get it over with. I have to teach in the morning." Bold words, but Daern and his partner are encouraging the bard to show a bit more bravery. Pride isn't always a vice. He'll shift slowly, preparing to stand and clenching his teeth again. It's always amazing how one can feel the pain throbbing all through their body from a single injury.
<Daern> "stay down boy, the doctor just told you to relax for a few" mildly amused by the boy trying to act tough, but not falling for the tough act, he's seen the boy nearly pass out from the sight of someone else's blood, knowing full well that the boy won't be able to handle the pain long enough to do much good.
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<Rhen> For his part, Rhen will only watch quietly, crouched and ready to move in case Sadurean starts to teeter. So far, the boy seems to be bearing the pain remarkably well, but those trained eyes will remain focused on the task of scanning the boy, looking for weakness in the knees, colour draining, all the signs of someone about to keel over. If he's heard Daern, it obviously hasn't registered.
<Sadurean> As soon as he starts to stand, the weight of the splint combined with gravity returns the agony. He clutches the broken limb against his chest, whimpering softly but stubbornly trying to keep from admitting any more pain than he has to. Daern is given an annoyed look. "I'm not listening to -you-." He doesn't trust the man, never truly decided if he trusted him to his word or not that night.
<Daern> Amused by the boy's stubborn response, Daern stands and watches passively as he tries to control his pain, ready to catch him if he falls.
<Rhen> Sadurean rises, and Rhen follows suit, moving close enough to grab the boy's arm as he kicks debris clear to create a path. Provided that Sadurean doesn't fall, the doctor will lead the way to the door, keeping watch out of the corner of his eye, and will hold it open. "After you, Mister Avinash." There's a slight nod to the barmaid, too, an indication that Doctor Miardrad will be back once business is concluded.
<Rhen> concluded.
<Sadurean> He looks away from Daern's smug expression, trusting in Rhen over the criminal. The first few steps are agony, but he quickly revises his method of movement to as smooth as possible to ease his pain, not wanting to jar his arm in the slightest. Crossing the snowy street to the infirmary is worse, and he's rather pale again by the time they reach the building, but he's managing with the doctor's help.. He left his folder and cloak b
<Sadurean> his folder and cloak behind, something he likely won't realize until far later, if at all. Hopefully Adina has some good herbs for pain, because Rhen still has to -set- the bones.
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