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The door swings open, and two figures stumble through, one almost carrying the other into the bar.
Sharpe's clothes and sword are covered in blood, and Behrooz is barely conscious, leaning on him. The younger man is bleeding heavily, from a rather nasty bullet wound to the gut.
They could probably use some help.
[ooc: healer OOCly pre-arranged, but otherwise entirely un-plotlocked. Have at!]
Sharpe's clothes and sword are covered in blood, and Behrooz is barely conscious, leaning on him. The younger man is bleeding heavily, from a rather nasty bullet wound to the gut.
They could probably use some help.
[ooc: healer OOCly pre-arranged, but otherwise entirely un-plotlocked. Have at!]
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"Very well."
Turning away for a moment, she turned back.
"If you should have further need of me, then simply inquire. I am called Lyrae Addam should you need a name."
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"I'll remember. And I'll tell the lad, when he wakes up."
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"Oh, Lord Behrooz and I have met before, Child. He will not wake for several days."
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"I'll tell him it were you anyway. With all the blood he lost, he might not remember. Name's Sharpe, by the way."
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"As you like, Lord Sharpe."