He is puzzled by the question. Not the typical one he gets after being taken prisoner. He can tell that the old lady was nervous, as if she were sitting next a leashed animal. What was she expecting him to do with his hands tied?
The infirmary isn't a pleasant place, but he seems acclimated enough not to balk at his own condition. Having spent most of his life wandering between wilderness and battle camps, he's met his fair share of surgeons and been patched up by them from time to time. The larger compound, however, was a curiosity. From what he could see from his bed, it was all women moving back and forth outside.
Weird. But not impossible, he guesses.
His demeanor changes when he hears Lashan's voice. As she enters the room, he stands up warily (managing mostly not to stumble on his bare feet). They had helped him, but he can't entirely trust that everyone's intentions are altruistic. All of this just felt off. How she went from fierce opponent to walking around with a cane is an utter mystery to him, for starters. She didn't look like any woman he'd seen before either, but he supposes that the typical mercenary camp isn't exactly overflowing with them.
"You gonna tell me why you didn't just kill me off?" he asks blithely. He's straight to the point, if nothing else.
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He is puzzled by the question. Not the typical one he gets after being taken prisoner. He can tell that the old lady was nervous, as if she were sitting next a leashed animal. What was she expecting him to do with his hands tied?
The infirmary isn't a pleasant place, but he seems acclimated enough not to balk at his own condition. Having spent most of his life wandering between wilderness and battle camps, he's met his fair share of surgeons and been patched up by them from time to time. The larger compound, however, was a curiosity. From what he could see from his bed, it was all women moving back and forth outside.
Weird. But not impossible, he guesses.
His demeanor changes when he hears Lashan's voice. As she enters the room, he stands up warily (managing mostly not to stumble on his bare feet). They had helped him, but he can't entirely trust that everyone's intentions are altruistic. All of this just felt off. How she went from fierce opponent to walking around with a cane is an utter mystery to him, for starters. She didn't look like any woman he'd seen before either, but he supposes that the typical mercenary camp isn't exactly overflowing with them.
"You gonna tell me why you didn't just kill me off?" he asks blithely. He's straight to the point, if nothing else.