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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 552780" data-attributes="member: 2292">Wednesday, August 23rd, 508 AF, Continued Geoffery kneels by the unconscious Broadsword.  The horse has been savagely beaten, it's face a mess of small cuts where Blarth's iron gauntlets have broken skin.  None of it is life-threatening, but the horse is guarenteed to be in pain when it returns to consciousness.  As he's about to cast a simple healing spell, Geoffery notices something odd.  There's a scabby scratch in the centre of the creatures forehead, older and smaller than the wounds it's suffered at Blarths hands.  Goeffery frowns, slightly troubled.  Something about the scratch seems wrong, but he can't put his finger on it.  He prods at the wound for a few seconds before he realises there's something caught beneath the scab, lodged below the surface of the skin."No problem," he says to himself.  "I'll have that out in moment."He pulls a dagger from its belt sheath and prepares to dig into the unconscious horse.  He's about to make the incision when he's distracted by a strangled gasp of horror behind him.  Geoffery whirls, and see's the recently awakened Othic struggling against Halgo."What do ye think ye'r doing?" the farmer demands."There's something stuck in the horses head," Geoffery offers innocently.  "I was just going to get it out.""Yer blade's a foot long!" "It's all I've got," Geoffery replies, his tone defensive.Othic is incredulous, wandering where in hell these people learned to care for animals.  The two horses leading their wagon seem to be well cared for.  Maybe they survived by luck."It's probably just a splinter, or a thorn," he tells Geoffery.  "If they were wanderin the woods, they're likely to have picked up dozens of the things.  Put yer dagger away, I've got proper tools back in the barn.  I'll dig it out after dinner.""You're sure, it's not trouble to do it here."There's something dangerously eager about Geoffery's tone as he says this.  Othic just stares at him, and it's immediately obvious to everyone that there is no doubt in the old man's mind about his decision.  Geoffery shrugs and sheaths the dagger before muttering a healing prayer to St Cuthbert.  The Saints energy flows through him and into the horse, closing the small cuts that cover its face and returning it to consciousness.  Geoffery notices that the scab on the forehead doesn't heal, but then neither do all the cuts and bruises.  He dismisses it as nothing and loops a second rope over the head of the groggy horse.  Broadsword nickers quietly, snaps once at an armored sleeve, then allows himself to be lead to the wagon and tied beside Blaze.Othic takes a few minutes to look over his livestock, immensly pleased to find neither spell nor beating seem to have caused lasting damage.  These strangers may be odd, but their methods did seem to work.  He figures it works out even."Thank the gods," he says .  "They both seem fine, so it looks like I owe ye a debt of gratitude.  Ye say ye'r going to Bellhold?"The group nods."Well, I'll tell ye what," Othic says.  "Me farms only a mile or so down the road, and yer no more than two hours from the town.  Why don't ye join me for a meal before ye head in.  It'll save ye a couple of silver at the tavern, and it'll let an old man say thanks."There is a breif conference atop the wagon, followed by Geoffery leaning over the side to offer Othic a hand up."Sounds good to me," as he assists Othic.  "Can't be worse than the camp-cooking on the way here."</blockquote>

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