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Aemon de le Poer · 11-19-2011, 09:54 PM

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He spoke, and Aemon could hear the pain in his voice and the absence of energy. It was clear that the mottled, bloody stranger needed medical attention, but Aemon could do little alone. The names he shared were unfamiliar, and insignificant to the de le Poer. Moving closer, Aemon stuck his spear into the ground, point facing the sky, and knelt beside Wolfgang. Dark eyes examined his wounds more closely, angling his head to catch the light just right. Through his clothing, Aemon could scarcely tell which wounds were the worst, but he noted fresh blood dripping from beneath the man's fingers as he clutched at his shoulder. I'm Aemon de le Poer... you look like you need help, he said, standing. Concerned, he twisted the handle of the spear as he stared, hesitating.

With a shake of his head and a heavy sigh, it was decided, and the silver coy-wolf let out a loud, short call for assistance, hopeful that someone was nearby. Too much movement and the stranger could bleed out, leaving nothing but a body for the clan to clean up later, and Aemon didn't think anyone would like that very much. Can you stand... or walk? He gestured in the direction of the Mansion. Our healer is not far, he added, in case they would have to make the trip themselves after all. Aemon could at least support the man's weight if he could use his legs. But really, the new Tirones hoped that one of his clanmates would come.

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