Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160728040918

Hound staggers down the alleyway, the world around him spinning. He tries to keep his balance but leans up against a building, trying to stay conscious. He feels the cold fingers of death reaching for him as he slides down, slumping against the wall, before the blackness closes in...

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Hound comes to slowly. His head pounds as soomn as he becomes conscious, far worse than any hangover. It's the miasma, coursing through his veins. He can feel it, eating him...

He opens his eyes. He is in a building,  on a cot. A chorus of crickets resounds through the walls. He looks up to the window. A moonlit sky, painted with a thousand diamond points of light, shimmers in the window. The room is lit by a single clay oil lamp, guttering in the corner.

He becomes aware of a presence in the room. He sees a dark figure moving towards him, rising from a chair. Hound reaches for a sword that isn't there, and gasps as the pain of movement makes his chest burn with pain.

"Easy, friend, easy." The figure moves close. A pair of hands, deft and confident, ease Hound back on to the cot. He is patted on the shoulder. "You were bargaining with the grim reaper when I found you.  It wasn't a very good deal, if you ask me." Hound looks up at the speaker.

He is young, but not very - perhaps in his late teens, but with a bearing older than his age suggests. His clothes are dignified but worn, as if from long travels on the road. Kind gray eyes look at him from a calm face, still bright with optimism. He smiles at Hound with an comforting warmth.

He turns to a side table. "I was hoping you'd wake up before this went bad.  It's the last of my silverleaf.  It tastes like puddle water and it'll make you pee all night, but it'll kick those shakes you've got, and snub some of the pain."

Hound hesitates as he looks at the stranger, who simply raises his brow in expectancy. "Really?  You mean you're not going to take the word of a stranger in a dark room?"

He chuckles. "Come on, drink up.  It's all right, I'm a doctor."