Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-25808351-20160719224700

"I uh, yes. I was in battle and no, you don't need to get me anything. But can you help me?" I ask, the Golem can sense the stress and fatigue in my voice.

"Oh, uh, yes! Ummm, what do I need to do?" She jumps to my side, her focus on me is rather impressive considering she herself is probably quite tired.

"Help me out of my coat and chain mail, but first, let me pull this dagger out....." With skill and speed I yank the blade from my side. The Golem almost faints at the sight of it, but regains herself and helps me out of my coat and chain mail. She sets my attire down and turns back to me. Her eyes comb over my upper body, not in attraction, but in concern. She's looking to see if there are any other wounds that need addressing. However, she is rather surprised to see that I'm devoid of scars.

"My, you must be quite the warrior or very lucky. I don't see many signs of battle on you." Her voice full of surprise.

"Well I'm a quick healer." With my battle coat and chain mail gone it's time to close up the wound. I set my combat knife on the open flame while I clean the wound with bottle of Dwarven spirit. After several minutes, I grab my knife and place it over the stab wound. The Golem understandably turns away and covers her nose. Tough enough watching, it's worse to smell skin being seared. With the wound closed, I put my coat back on but not my chain mail and take another drink from the bottle.

"Thank you." I don't look at her when I say it, I just keep watching the crackling fire.