Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20160702132725/@comment-28358106-20160707211534

Meanwhile...

Cosette finishes putting stitches in Praetor's side, which is numb from a poultice. "There," she says. "Your maid is a wonder, but she missed a subcutaneous layer, in her haste, I'll bet.  One night's rest and you should be fine."

"Took it like a man, you did!  Not a peep out of you." A motherly Holstaur with a light Irish accent, Mary, hands Praetor a drink. "Down it all in one go, sir.  It'll help relax you and keep that skin from tensing. Don't want that, now."

Everyone hears the approach of the other Centaurs outside.