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[wellthrownstone]

Garion was bored out of his skull up in the infirmary so, despite the fact that he should be doing anything but, he's slowly hobbling his way down the steps with a crutch under one arm. His wrist was mostly healed at this point, the stab wound scarred and almost completely done with; the leg, though, that still needed a few more days, even with

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[will_scarlett]

And found Will coming blearily awake, one of the nicer things he's slept on. Food, would be a good idea and then another injured looking man comes towards him.

"Good morn or is it still evening, I fear I've lost track of time, sir."

Will says with a nod of his head and tries to get more awake.

[wellthrownstone]

"It's afternoon," he answers, not exactly cheerful but at least cordial. Yes, he can do cordial no matter how sore he is; it comes from being raised Sendarian and several years as a king. "And I suppose it's a good one, since I'm out of the infirmary."

He hobbles the last few feet before letting himself plop into the chair. He'd been slouching, but now that he was sitting up, Garion's height is rather... apparent.

"New, lad?"

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, walked through a door and didn't trip over the rake and now I'm here. Is there a war going on since before I fell asleep, there was a rather stern man with two women who also looked a bit hurt? And then another hurt woman. Is there any food, I had a sip of ale last night and could do with a deer or so?"

Will gamely tries to do his, look I'm innocent grin, but it probably comes out oddly since he's tired and has the marks of the table on his face.

[wellthrownstone]

He winces. Lots of questions, all in a row...

One at a time, he says to himself, and all gets done.

"There's no war here, but there're wars going on in a few of the worlds people come from. If someone was hurt, they're probably upstairs in the infirmary where I came from. Or someone else took care of them."

He breathes in once and nods to the table.

"And if you're looking for food, you can either go up to the Bar herself and ask, or you can ask one of the waitrats--"

There's a squeak from below the table and Garion leans over to see the rat that he'd named Rhodar some time ago (in memorial to the fallen king).

"Actually, that might be best," he says to Will before peering at the rat. "Some ale and a bit of roast venisen for the lad and some sort of meat stew for me, if you could."

A squeek.

"Thanks much."

[gorgonfondness]

Mia was taking advantage of her mandatory vacation. She had finally reached the point of of no worries.

That didn't last long.

"Is that you, Garion?"

[wellthrownstone]

He looks sideways to give her a smile.

"Yeah, this would be me."

[gorgonfondness]

She goes over to carefully help him.

"What happened to you?"

[wellthrownstone]

"Demons and madmen," he says. "And a bit of idiocy. I did well enough with the first two but forgot to dodge the last."

[md_donighal]

The man in the gray suit intercepts him. "Need a hand?"

[wellthrownstone]

He looks over to the other man.

"No, I'm all right. Just heading for a table."

[md_donighal]

Michael can see the crutch just fine, and can probably detect signs of the other damage. "Compared to however you were when you got here, maybe."

[wellthrownstone]

"Mostly it's just the leg at this point," he says pointedly. "I'm fine. Really."

And slightly sore ribs."