//To be honest and frank, I'll never really edit this to my own standards. My apologies... But at least this way you get to see the RP in true form!
As a side-note, I cut out some ten minutes, real-time, of nothing but casting. Most of the mid-healing emotes were well spread-out.//
[attempt]Scarred and battered svirfneblin part, in the great chapel of the Temple of Beryl, for a limping man in blue. Age has lined the human's face, hardship drained his eyes and hair of colour to make them a flat, steel grey. The staff upon which he leans is, on the upper end, a tool for setting stones, and clearly of great quality... But of greater quality, still, perhaps, are the offerings in the bag he carries.
Strapped to his back is an oblong leather case.
The stranger stops before the temple's priestess, and an elf with silver hair. "Merabo... Quillwem." His greeting is loud in a brief moment of silence, but the noise of refugees guessing his identity buzzes back up, drowning out a faint, smiling mutter to himself. The man leans heavily on the staff as he bows, right leg not bending.[/attempt]
Pyyran: **He limps in, leaning on what looks to be a slightly modified gemsetter of great quality.*
Pyyran: **He bows, leaning the majority of his weight on the "staff."* Merabo... Quillwem.
Pyyran: Unless, of course, you're really Voon and you've lost a hundred pounds or so. **He smiles wearily.*
Pyyran: Right, right, not funny... **He shakes his head, smiling, and limps over to the bench, upon which he sets a leather case from his back.*
Quill: Hello Pyyran *he offers him a brief friendly smiles*
Pyyran: **He lays his staff aside, and opens the case, smiling up to Quill.*
Pyyran: **From it, he takes a beautiful lute of dark wood, the keys and frets gleaming silver, the strings as black as the body. The sounding hole is carved in the shape of a phoenix in flight.*
Quill: *looks over Pyyran with a concerned look then back to his eyes*
Quill: *quickly takes in the instrument*
Quill: Learning to play I see?
Pyyran: **His right leg is stretched out straight, as usual, the lute settled on his left thigh.* Learning? **He gives a small, impish grin.* You could say that.
Quill: *nodding to his legs* May I take a look and see how much damage has been done?
Pyyran: **Quietly, he begins to tune the instrument, quickly pleased with the sound. He nods to Quill, setting the lute aside.* By all means... Though if you mean to get the cloth out of the way, I'd ask that we retire someplace more private. **He chuckles softly.*
Quill: *bends down with a smile to Pyyran's comments and removes the boot* Forgive me if I am a little forward.
Pyyran: By all means... **He chuckles.* I've run around adventuring in less, I assure you.
Pyyran: And... Thank you, Quillwem. Thank you so much for agreeing to help me with this.
Quill: *chuckles slightly at that* I am sure we can all say that.
Quill: **waves the comment off* I am more then glad to do it for an old friend that I do not get to see enough of anymore.
Pyyran: Starr assured me the Church would be willing to help, but... It's amazing to see it actually in the process. Almost thought I'd never be right again... It's the grandest thing anyone's ever done for me.
Quill: *glances up to him before touching his leg* I will warn you this will sting...
Pyyran: I bring thirty-six thousand True for the church... A bit less than I'd planned, but other things as-.. Hm?
Pyyran: **He scoots the lute aside a bit more, and settles his hands on his thighs, nodding.* Aye, then.
Quill: The True is unneeded as I have said you are a friend.
Pyyran: **He smiles warmly.* A donation, and a token of thanks.
Quill: *he puts his right hand on the new and with his left grabs the calf and begins to bend the knee joint* Let me know when it becomes stiff?
Pyyran: **The joint does not move in the slightest.* Er... About now, actually. **He tries, and fails, to suppress a smile.*
Quill: Hmm.
Quill: I wish I could say I have seen worse my friend *he starts to apply pressure with his fingers to the joint in the knee*
Quill: *looks up a bit to Pyyran*
Pyyran: **He doesn't show any signs of pain at the pressure.* Aye... It's rather impressive, from another's perspective. **His small, wry smile is genuine.*
Quill: And potions did this you say?
Quill: *feels around the leg until he can find out where he will need to stop in his work*
Pyyran: Well. Smashing the leg to bits did it, mainly... The potions mended it enough to hobble on, but, from what Starr tells me, they healed it as if it had been one bone, rather than four.
Quill: Very odd. In my long life I have never... **shakes his head a bit*
Pyyran: **His smile widens to a grin.* For everyone's sake, I rather hope you never do again.
Quill: And you feel no pin when you walk on it?
Pyyran: No... Not since it finished healing, if you could call it healing. Just can't bend the bloody thing. Had cramps for a long time, but those've subsided.
Quill: So mostly just muscle pain then?
Quill: **begins to feel the muscles around the used to be joint*
Pyyran: Not for a while... Only when I bend it funny; too much strain by one tendon without the movement to go with it, you know.
Quill: *rises slowly looking once more at Pyyran's leg before focusing back on Pyyran himself*
Quill: I was hoping Starr would be here. But, I believe we will have to start without him. .
Pyyran: Starr said... **He pauses for a moment.* He said it would take carving me a new knee.
Pyyran: That's more or less what the other chirurgeons told me, too.
Quill: I cannot begin to describe the pain you are about to be in.. *shakes his head.* That is a good idea but it would only be a temporary fix you see.
Pyyran: **His expression shifts to one of caution... Wariness more than suspicion.* How do you mean?
Quill: *rubs the back of his neck* You see in time the substitute knee would break down.
Pyyran: Well, I figured he meant out of my own bone... **He seems to be starting to feel a bit less sure of himself.*
Quill: Causing you years of long term pain and even more limping.
Quill: *shakes his head*
Quill: We are to carve the knee while you wait patiently bleeding to death?
Pyyran: Well... I figured... You'd be healing me the whole time?
Quill: In my best guess...
Quill: It would take two days to complete the detailed carving of a new knee.
Pyyran: Huh. Really. **He blinks.*
Quill: Aye,
Pyyran: So... This means we'll be doing... What, now?
Quill: *swallows a bit, His Emerald green eyes looking into Pyyran's* It means will will have to completely remove the fused part of the bone and regrow it with magic.
Pyyran: **His storm-grey eyes meet the emerald gaze of the Emerald of Beryl, and he simply stares for a moment, before letting out a long, low whistle.* Well.
Quill: The Good part is it will not last as long if we do it my way.
Quill: And I would give you a week at the most until you are out running around again.
Pyyran: **He speaks slowly, as if having trouble putting his thoughts into appropriate words.* I... Can't say as I've ever quite experienced that before...
Quill: Will be like a brand new knee well simply stating because it will be.
Pyyran: But... A week? **He blinks.* Hm. Well, that certainly has merits above the rest. What's a week of agonizing, mind-shattering pain next to a month of regular old agonizing pain? **He chuckles weakly.*
Quill: The Pain will go away once the healing has been complete
Quill: It is the muscles that will need to be retrained.
Pyyran: Ah, and the rest is just relearning? **He sounds almost eager now.* Well!
Quill: Or more so the mind.
Quill: That is the gift of divine healing. *he smiles a bit*
Pyyran: Aye to that... **He shakes his head, smiling.* Well... To celebrate, and while I still remember the tune... **He reaches for his lute again.* Before the rough part comes.
Quill: *smiles warmly to Pyyran*
Pyyran: And the other things I planned to give are near the entrance... The coin, and a few other things. The entire metallic spectrum of dragon stones, containing a portion of the power of all the metallic dragons' might. Pieces of both Orn and Ausir, holding some of their mystery and might.
Pyyran: **As he speaks, his fingers begin to flutter across the strings of the lute, the adamantine cords humming to produce a truly marvellous sound from the exquisite instrument.*
Pyyran: Perform Check: 16 + 21 = 37
Pyyran: These gifts, in thanks for the kindness given, the respite and rebirth offered to this old man...
Pyyran: That he can live again.
Quill: *is focused on the melody of the music and Pyyran's words nodding once every so often*
Quill: *places a hand on Pyyran shoulder* Come then old man, let us make you new again.
Pyyran: **The music seems to impart an image of deep caverns, the darkness sparkling with some unseen treasure; that great beauty for which all yearn and ever seek. The notes echo through the great temple, and finally fall quiet.*
Pyyran: Aye to that.
Pyyran: **He lays the lute back in its case, and takes up his staff.*
Quill: [Tell] * you would see a bed and a table beside i in the middle of the two holy pools. Both of them plan but you could see clean as possible for this era*
Quill: I will have to ask you to remove your clothes.
Pyyran: **He nods, sitting down on the table as he quickly and deftly removes boots, clothes, and various trinkets.*
Quill: *bows his head*
Pyyran: **He closes his eyes as he lays back, his body quickly stilling to an almost unnatural state of quietude.*
Pyyran: **Deep in meditation, he waits. Patient, mind empty, the coolness of the table as unnoticed as the faint dampness of the air... Only a faint awareness of his own body remains.*
Quill: Beryl, Mother, Guide my hands to heal Pyyran of this inflection that he so desperately needs to feel whole, to feel prefect once again.. Aid me with your infinite wisdom and bless Pyyran with your strength. Bless me mother with your inner light and let me be your vessel of your divine radiance. In your name we pray.
Pyyran: **In the darkness of his mind, a faint light glitters. Shimmering, it catches his eye, and his mind turns to it, a distant light reaching him as if striking some great, many-faceted thing. His eyes slide open ever so slightly, his breath catching at the beauty.*
Quill: *removes six lengths of rope from the table and starts to tie Pyyran's hands and feet down* I am doing this to make sure you do not recoil and fight what I am tying to accomplish.
Pyyran: **If he hears, he does not respond, his half-lidded eyes fixed on some unseen point in the roof of the cavern.*
Quill: *takes his time with each knot and only when satisfied does he move on to the next*
Quill: Do you wish for whiskey to dull the pain?
Pyyran: **Again, it seems as if he does not hear, his brow furrowing slightly as he peers up into the dark.*
Quill: *Starts a low whispering prayer as he binds Pyyran's torso*
Quill: [Whisper] Mother take away his pain take him to your centre where he can only feel the warm of your light and love..
Pyyran: **His lips move slightly, as if echoing the words...*
Quill: *Still praying, he reaches over and picks up an Obsidian dagger*
Pyyran: **He lies there, still and unstruggling against the ropes that bind him.*
Quill: [Whisper] He and I need you know Mother in we need your divine presence with us holding Pyyran's hand and leading mine.. Let Him know that he is not alone..
Quill: *close his eyes whispers prayers of healing*
Quill casting Resistance
Pyyran: **His eyes slowly open fully, a faint, wondering look in the colourless orbs.*
Quill: * holds the knife and starts to cut a line deep and long over the centre of the knee to about four or five inches down*
Quill: *looks to Pyyran as his finishes the cut*
Pyyran: **A tightness settles in around his eyes, but his body remains still... His head turns, reminiscent of a dancer, hearing music...*
Quill: *nodding to himself he quickly looks back and grabs what appears to be a saw like instrument*
Starr: *runs into the temple panting and heaving...looking up to Merabo for directions*
Starr: *waves in thanks*
Starr: *runs in breathing heavily*...
Starr: *stops and takes in what he sees*
Quill: *nods briefly to Starr* Hurry, I will need your assistance.
Starr: *calms himself and concentrates to get control*...
Starr: I see you've started then..sorry teleporter trouble from Dalanthar.
Pyyran: **He lies on the table, clad in nothing at all but the robes that bind him to the slab between the holy pools. He seems to be deep in meditation, and his right knee is sliced from the top of the knee to several inches below, deep and clean. His slate-grey eyes stare, seemingly at nothing, at some unseen spot on the cavernous ceiling above.*
Starr: *goes to the washing bin and preps then moves into position*
Quill: *nods once and starts to speak* I need you to push back the skin around the bone so I may start cutting.
Quill: Gentle as you can be..
Starr: *nods to Quill and gently reaches over and holds back the skin around the bone area needing access*
Starr: *monitors Pyyran and listens for Quill's instruction*
Quill: *leans over Pyyran and starts to saw into the bone above the fusion*
Pyyran: **The tightness around his eyes increases, deepening the lines in his face, but he hardly seems to notice the pain... Until the saw meets the bone of his leg.*
Quill: I have decided the best and fastest course is to remove the bone completely and regrow it with healing prayers.
Starr: *speaking a soothing prayer as he nods to Quill*
Starr: *watches closely keeping senses alert on Pyyran's breathing and movement*
Pyyran: **His arms and shoulders clench with tension, his jaw tightening as his eyes squeeze shut, his trance clearly broken... But, though he does not breathe, and his arms and chest strain against his bounds, his lower body remains still and limp under the deft hands of the two healers.*
Quill: *as he continues to saw he looks to Starr*
Pyyran: **Though he bleeds, it is not a gush, but merely a slow flow; the first incision done well enough to sever the flesh cleanly.*
Quill: A light healing prayer if you would...
Starr: *looks up to Quill with concern watching his motions and then back to Pyyran and speaks a prayer of healing and relaxation*
Pyyran: **With each vibration of the saw against his bone, he tenses a bit more, tiny grunts of pain escaping his mouth... But at the spell, some of the tension ebbs, the flow of blood from the incision lessening.*
Quill: *nods slowly as he finally saws through the top part*
Quill: There.. One done... *looks up to Starr* Grab some rope or use your belt and cut off the circulation in his leg
Pyyran: **Now exposed to the air, both healers' suspicions are proven true; the four bones of his leg and kneecap were fused together as if one, perfect bone. With the worst part, perhaps, over, Pyyran's tension no longer increases... *
Starr: *pulls his belt from his waist and quickly wraps around to cut the circulation off*
Quill: *he quickly moves down the leg and begins to cut again*
Pyyran: **Yet neither does it decrease. The tendons in his arms stand out, an faint, strange markings, like old, long-healed scars can be seen on the inside of his right forearm.*
Starr: *returns to speaking a prayer in a low steady monotone voice..trying to get Pyyran to concentrate on the rythm and sound and relax*
Quill: *the sawing of the lower bone is much quicker then the femur. As the final snap is hear he tosses the fused section of bone away*
Pyyran: **Suddenly, Pyyran thrashes against the ropes; Starr's prayers seem, evidently, to go unheard. He is torn literally screaming from what remained of his trance, and only a tremendous effort keeps him from straining his legs as strongly as the rest... But still, they, too jerk against their bonds.*
Quill: Steady him Star! *grabs hold of and pushes down on Pyyran's chest holding him in place*
Starr: *grasps firmly to keep Pyyran in position*
Quill: We're almost there Pyyran, fight it.. I know you can...
Pyyran: **His screams echo throughout the cavernous temple, the two healers' efforts to keep him still doing little more than the ropes. As the bear down on him, though, his thrashing slowly subsides into a shuddering, all over his body.*
Starr: Pyyran...controll yourself....you can win the battle...concentrate....remove the pain from your mind...CONCENTRATE...
Quill: *he does not wait for Pyyran to collect himself but concentrates on the exposed leg*
Pyyran: **And... Eventually, the trickle of blood from his leg dripping off the table and onto the floor below, he begins to relax under their reassurances, seeming to come to terms with the pain.*
Quill: *weaving his hands back and forth, his hands glow a light blue as the healing magic of Beryl flows through him*
Starr: *maintains firm grasp working on keeping him steady*
Pyyran: **The marks in his right forearm seem to stand out more, an almost angry red.*
Quill casting a whole lot of unknown spells
Starr: *whispers to Pyyran*...almost there...he is calling upon the blessing of Beryl....
Pyyran: **His eyes fly open as the positive energy surges through him, gasping for air like a drowning man, his body tensing, but not thrashing as before.*
Quill casting even more unknown spells
Pyyran: **As the light and power of Her Perfection flow over him, the bone can be seen visibly regrowing, knitting itself together and growing apart, cartilage filling in the gaps. Tendons reconnect to bone, muscles to tendons, and slowly, the ski begins to flow over the flesh.*
Quill: *slowly the bone starts to grow.. eventually forming a new knee, the process takes many long minutes the pain slowly eases in Pyyran's right leg as the wound closely slow*
Quill casts major healing magics!
Quill: I need you aid Starr..
Quill casting major healing magics.
Quill: The bone needs to grow more steadily..
Quill casting unknown healing
Starr: *begins to speak the blessings of healing*
Quill casts unknown healing
Starr casting gnomish healing
Pyyran:Healed 0 hit points.
Pyyran: **Slowly, as both of the great healers pour the life-giving energy of Beryl into his body, the pain subsides. Over the long, agonizing minutes, his body is knit together and made whole... Whole, and perfect. The lines in his face seem less, his skin more supple... And his leg, absolutely whole.*
Quill: *The joint is fully re grown and the skin begins to heal itself, muscles start to weave themselves around the new bone and tendons reattach*
Pyyran: **And of course, Quill describes the process more slowly, working in Elven time.*
Quill: *stumbles back once the wound has fully healed*
Starr: *hunches over hand on knees breathing heavy*
Quill: *His face covered in sweat and blood, his breaths come slow and heavy Looking over Pyyran*
Starr: *looks up and speaks one more blessing*
Starr casting the final blessing
Pyyran: **As the last of the magic slips through him, he collapses down against the table, taking in deep gulps of air. His body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and yet all the blood seems to have been driven off the table, sitting in a collected pool beneath.*
Starr: *looks at Quill's work and smiles*...by the blessed Flawless Diamond....perfection be done.
Quill: *Wipes his forehead* We should release his bonds.. *he slowly stands and unties the binding so n Pyyran's left side*
Quill: *he offers a weak smile to Starr* Aye he will be done. .
Starr: *nods releasing the belt from the leg and then assists in releasing the other bonds*
Quill: *places a cloth over Pyyran*
Pyyran: **His breathing slows to deep, shaky pulls of air. For a moment, his mouth moves, as if he is trying to speak, but it soon stops, and he satisfies himself with being able to breathe.*
Quill: *he places a hand on Pyyran's forehead wiping away the sweat*
Quill: I told you.. It would be intense but the duration of it shorter then if we had to carve out your new knee.
Pyyran: **He turns his head into the touch, and slowly, as if with great effort, opens his eyes. For a moment, he looks puzzled.*
Pyyran: [Whisper] Yer na' Karn...
Pyyran: **He blinks and gives his head a little shake.* Och...
Pyyran: **He speaks quietly, slowly propping himself up on his elbows.* Quill.
Quill: *walks around the table and examines the work that Starr and himself were able to do*
Starr: *smiles to both*...Very nicely done too....I knew Quill would know the best way to perform this...
Pyyran: **He looks about.* Starr... You're here.
Starr: aye..I'm here...had to make sure you behaved yourself.
Pyyran: Knew ye'd come... **He starts to try sitting up further, but gives up the notion fairly quickly.*
Quill: He was a great patient I must admit.
Starr: aye...a little spastic at times but considering....he was well behaved.
Quill: He didn't even offer the whiskey to dull the pain.
Pyyran: **He gives it another try, and manages to prop himself up on his hands, half-sitting.* Och... Whisky? Ye offered whisky? **His words have a faint dwarvish brogue to them, strangely.*
Quill: Well, how would you feel having you leg cut open and the bone removed?
Quill: *pushes Pyyran back down on the table* Aye I did.
Quill: But I think you were too lost in prayer to notice.
Starr: *eyes widen*...what...*looks to Pyyran*...no to the whiskey...you daft....
Pyyran: **He slips back down with a quiet thud. He winces slightly as his head knocks against the table.* Wish I'd known there'd be whisky.
Pyyran: Would'n'a gone down so quick...
Quill: *chuckles*
Starr: *smiles*
Quill: Can you move your leg Pyyran?
Quill: *his eyes focus on the right leg*
Pyyran: **He looks up at Quill, blinking.* I donnae... Know.
Starr: hmpt...try...
Quill: Aye, *nods to Starr* Give it a try Pyyran.
Pyyran: **He reaches down with his right hand, tentatively feeling at the freshly-healed limb. The marks on his right forearm are clearer, now, almost like a fresh burn. They seem to be writing of a sort.*
Quill: I would be really amazed if you could honestly..
Pyyran: **Upon finding that his thigh, at least, is still there, he closes his eyes, and frowns in concentration.*
Pyyran: **His right foot wiggles a bit.*
Quill: *smiles weakly to Pyyran*
Quill: Remember what I said earlier?
Pyyran: Did I do it? **He chuckles wearily.*
Pyyran: Aye...
Pyyran: Most.
Pyyran: Which part?
Quill: You will have to retain your muscles and your mind about bending your knee.
Quill: But I assure you it does bend.
Quill: Starr.. Help Prop Pyyran up would you?
Pyyran: Aye ta tha'... Just... Figure it took so long tae learn how tae not bend it...
Starr: *reaches under Pyyran from behind and begins to push him up in a propped position*
Pyyran: Och... Aye, well... **He starts levering himself up with his arms, and with the welcome help from Starr, he manages to sit upright.*
Quill: This will be mildly umcomfortable. *once Pyyran is propped up Quill genlty grabs his right leg and slowly bends it so he can see*
Pyyran: **He keeps himself propped up with his right arm, looking down at his leg in wonder. When Quill starts to move his leg, he braces for pain, but... Then relaxes, feeling little more than the soreness he had already felt.*
Quill: I say a week or two at the most and you will be able to run again.
Pyyran: Well, och. Luck strike me...
Quill: You will not be able to run on it for long durations for probably a month maybe more.
Quill: But you must practice bending it daily once the soreness fades away.
Pyyran: **He reaches out to touch his knee, eyes full of wonder and suddenly glinting with unshed tears.* Och...
Starr: *smiles*...you'll be back to normal before you know it...
Quill: Just take it easy.. Pyyran
Starr: listen to him...don't rush it...it may be healed but it is tender...
Pyyran: **He turns his gaze to the others, the expression of wonder mingling with gratitude.* You two... Beryl... By all Luck... **A broad smile stretches across his face, and the tears begin to fall. As they stream from his eyes, own his face, his eyes... Thye glimmer blue for the first time in many years.*
Quill: And I don't want to see you back here asking us to regrow muscle next..
Pyyran: **He breaks into hearty laughter, wiping at the tears with the back of a hand.* Och, Quill, don't ye worry about that!
Starr: *chuckles*
Quill: We have a small souvenoir for you as well.
Pyyran: Aye?
Quill: Aye..
Quill: *reaches in the basin and pulls out the fused knee and surrounding bone*
Starr: *chuckles trying to stifle a hardy laugh*
Pyyran: **His eyes widen at the sight of the bone.* Och... That's what was in me?
Starr: you don't want to make soup with that...
Quill: Aye.. As I said.. It is the worst I have ever seen.
Pyyran: Not soup, nae... But... Hm. **He grins, shaking his head.* Mayhaps something else. **He puts a hand to his stomach, his grin slipping a bit.* Hrm.
Pyyran: Well, let's hope it's the worst you'll ever see... But... **He looks between the two, scrubbing at his face with the back of his hand again.* I could never ask anything greater of you, the church, or Beryl her lovely self.
Quill: Might be good for you to have it to remind you what might happen with ill proper use of potions.
Pyyran: But... If either of you has some kind of food.
Pyyran: Ill-prope-...
Pyyran: **His retort dies away as Quill hands him food.*
Pyyran: **He simply shakes his head again, grinning, and tears into the well-made fillets of fish.*
Starr: *stops from summoning a greenstone*
Quill: Lets just say, I come prepared and leave it at that?
Quill: *playfully winks at Pyyran*
Starr: that's why your the Emerald...*chuckles*
Quill: Indeed!
Pyyran: **He chuckles softly around a large bite of fish, washing it down with the joy of all joys, blueberry juice.*
Quill: If you have any problems or questions Pyyran me or Starr will be around.
Quill: Do esititate to call upon us.
Pyyran: **He nods.* Aye...
Quill uses World Leader XP Item
Quill uses World Leader XP Item
Experience Points Gained: 16000
Quill: But for now I am weak and need rest.
Pyyran: Aye... Think we all might... **He chuckles quietly.*
Quill: Feel free to rest in one of the other chambers.
Starr: aye...marvelous work Quill.....I learned a few techinques....
Quill: I will send a Greenston in here to clean up the work station.
Pyyran: Aye... **He casts about for his staff before swinging his legs over the side of the table, looking down and marvelling over his bent knee.*
Quill: *he offers Starr a sincere smile of gratitude* Thank you Starrr and I couldn't of done it with out you.
Quill: *Starr too
Starr: thank you....I think I will go check on the other patients too while I am here...
Quill: *nods to that* Aye.
Pyyran: **He reaches down, albeit a bit unsteadily, and snatches up his staff before hopping down from the table, nearly toppling over as his weight comes down on both legs. He keeps his feet, though, thanks to the sturdy gemsetter turned staff.*
Quill: My Her Perfection keep you safe friends.
Starr: Pyyran...take care of yourself....hope to see you running about back to normal before long...
Pyyran: **He sets about slowly pulling his clothes back on, and grins to Quill.* May the Flawless Diamond watch over you, and may Luck always guide your steps.
Pyyran: Do my best, Starr. Do my very best.
Quill: *with one last smile to each he tiredly turns and walks away*
Quill: I need time to rest.
Starr: *waves to Quill as he leaves*...by the blessed Deep Mother
Pyyran: I cannot thank either of you enough for being here...
Pyyran: For doing this.
Pyyran: If there is ever, ever anything I can do for you, let me know.
Pyyran: Though...
Pyyran: There's actually something I think you might be able to use. **He smiles.*
Starr: grattitude is enough my friend....that is all a healer realy needs...perhaps you'll pass along some good to another one day.
Pyyran: I do my best... But there is something I think you can use. You may've seen it, if you've stopped by the tradehall in Hempstead of late.
Starr: whats that...*looks on quizzically*
Pyyran: Well... When I'm back in traveling shape again, I'll get it for you. I... Think you'll like it.
Pyyran: Myself, I've got acrobatics to relearn. **He grins.*
Starr: *as he mentions trade hall, eyes widen*...weren't you looking for an infuser, enchanter?
Pyyran: No... Better. **He winks a bit, grinning.* Though I suppose one would need both... But you'll find out.
Starr: *smiles when he mentions acrobatics*..as long as you don't injur yourself again...don't rush it...
Pyyran: I'll be careful.
Pyyran: May Luck ever guide your steps, Starr.
Starr: *looks on puzzled*...ok...I look forward to hearing from you then...get some rest and may Her Perfection keep watch over thee...
Pyyran: And may the Deep Mother bless you as always. **He gives a rather unsteady bow, leaning heavily on the staff, and smiles.*
Starr: *waves as he heads to the healing wards to check on the other patients*
Starr: *speaks with a couple of Greenstones about healing herbs in the tea for Pyyran*
Starr: yes yes..those will help him regain his strength.
You close your eyes briefly and impress your soul upon the land.
