LOREN
Astra had indeed already forgiven Korbin. Staring up at him with plaintive eyes, she bleated pathetically, begging for a head scratch. Hearing this, Loren looked up from his work and grinned. I think she wants some attention. There was a wry amusement underlying the thought.
Nodding at the good work with the bed, he smiled as the hunter approached the table. First thing we're going to do is teach you how to take care of a wound slightly worse than a papercut. Gesturing at the bandages and salve the Launceleyn had laid out, his expression grew businesslike. Taking up some of the cloth, he handed it to the other man.
Then Loren rolled up his sleeve. First think you always do is clean the wound. Let's say I have a cut on my forearm. There's some clean water and some cloths in the corner. He pointed with his supposedly uninjured hand towards the barrel.
Nodding at the good work with the bed, he smiled as the hunter approached the table. First thing we're going to do is teach you how to take care of a wound slightly worse than a papercut. Gesturing at the bandages and salve the Launceleyn had laid out, his expression grew businesslike. Taking up some of the cloth, he handed it to the other man.
Then Loren rolled up his sleeve. First think you always do is clean the wound. Let's say I have a cut on my forearm. There's some clean water and some cloths in the corner. He pointed with his supposedly uninjured hand towards the barrel.
look at how a single candle can both
defy and define the darkness
defy and define the darkness
