Open RP: Leather and a Big Sword in the Hospital Wing
((Backdated to just after this.))
Mathayus made his way to the Hospital Wing, arm still bleeding freely where Brienne had clipped him. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't bother - his constitution was preternaturally strong, and certainly he'd been wounded before; but then under normal circumstances he'd be living in a yurt in the desert and wouldn't have access to anything like a Hospital Wing in the first place. He looked at his bicep. Pretty good hit, there - was going to need stitches, probably.
She wouldn't have gotten to him if he hadn't been caught off guard like that, Mathayus thought, then grinned to himself. Nah, she probably would've. She was good, Brienne of Tarth. Better than she thought. Better than he'd expected, too. He shrugged mentally. It had been fun - worth a few stitches, at the least.
He strode into the Hospital Wing, looking around. "Anyone here?"
Mathayus made his way to the Hospital Wing, arm still bleeding freely where Brienne had clipped him. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't bother - his constitution was preternaturally strong, and certainly he'd been wounded before; but then under normal circumstances he'd be living in a yurt in the desert and wouldn't have access to anything like a Hospital Wing in the first place. He looked at his bicep. Pretty good hit, there - was going to need stitches, probably.
She wouldn't have gotten to him if he hadn't been caught off guard like that, Mathayus thought, then grinned to himself. Nah, she probably would've. She was good, Brienne of Tarth. Better than she thought. Better than he'd expected, too. He shrugged mentally. It had been fun - worth a few stitches, at the least.
He strode into the Hospital Wing, looking around. "Anyone here?"