Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180110212355

Eothred finishes the autograph and hands it back to the girl, who takes it and squinches up, giggling and smiling.

"Thank you so much! It was so brave the way you fought so many of those Orcs!  It was amazing to see!" She says, giving a little wave as she leaves after her friend.

Eothred watches her go with baffled surprise. He'd rarely been recognized for anything outside of his own country, except on his status as a knight. It was nice to be recognized again, however briefly.

He turns and begins piling his broken equipment on the counter, keeping an eye on Marcus. "They got my helmet off, surely. Took them two smiths and a medicant."

He hoists his caved shield onto the counter. "The healers also mended my skull, straightened my nose and my spine, mended my arms, splinted my eight ribs, and pushed my leg back into its socket."

He speaks with an even tone, but there is a clipped bitterness to his words.