(Yay, you’re welcome~)
Crow winced in pain, leaning against the wall and wiping away few blood drops from his face. None of his wounds were too serious, but still not good, he should find a way to take care of them. He glanced at the man in front of him and shrugged. “Apparently, after I managed to return to Ishgard after few years of absence, some of my…
acquaintance… weren’t too happy when I refused to continue the wonderful reunion in a more intimate manner…”
Crow let out a bitter chuckle and tilted head. “Anyway… Thank you for your concern, sir, but I don’t think that we’d ever met?” There was some suspicion heard in his voice, he tensed ready to run away if he needs to. The elezen knight who approached him didn’t look like he had bad intentions, but in places like this you could never know, and sometimes it may be a little too late.
“Here.” Lance pulled out a red square of cloth from a pocket an held it out towards Crow to wipe the blood. The frown had only deepened when the man had explained the reason he was beaten. He didn’t find it right what had been done but things like this happened in Ishgard. More often then he cared to admit. Especially in the Brume. He had been fortunate to never be in the situation this young man had been in. It still angered him but it was Crow’s problem. All he could do was offer his concern or help if the man asked for it since the men responsible had already fled off.
“No we have never met. At least not that I recall. Lancefer Aurifore, in service to House Haillenarte.” Lance gave Crow a slight bow of his head as he introduced himself. “Should get those injuries treated. Maybe report the assault to the Temple Knights.”
“A shiny knight, huh?” Crow grinned. “Who but someone like you would know better that Temple Knights rarely show their asses in Brume, not sure though if they are afraid to be hit on the head with a bottle by some drunkard, or simply don’t care about people living here…”
He accepted the offered cloth though, still looking a bit tensed. “Ah, but where are my manners. Name’s Crow, Crow Brume, sorry for not bowing properly, but I’m afraid I feel slightly dizzy to follow all the formalities.”
Sadly, it was truth. He didn’t feel too well, one of the men beating him probably hit his head a little too much. But Crow wasn’t going to admit it out loud, at least not yet.
(Sorry for making you wait, @nebula1984 Q~Q)
Lance couldn’t help but agree. The Brume wasn’t exactly the safest of places for anyone born of a higher class. He didn’t even usually wander this way often himself. He still remembered one of the few times he had. He knew just how dirty some of the people in the Brume could fight.
“No. It’s fine, Crow. You don’t have to bow to me. I was not expecting anything of that sort. But if you are feeling dizzy we should definitely get your examined by a healer. Head wounds shouldn’t be taken lightly.” Lance said with a frown as he looked Crow up an down, trying to assess the condition the man was in. However he was not a healer like his cousin. He didn’t quite have her eye for it but he had seen enough battle wounds. “Can you walk on your own or would you like a shoulder to lean on? I can look into what happened later myself if you want. But first you need medical attention.”
(It’s fine. I am patient. 😀 <3)
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