D1: Ashin's Commission (El Jefe judging)

[Patlin]

"You want to bet on that? I think I can get them to talk to me."

"Sure. A gold piece says that most of what we get out of the conversation will be 'more annoyed.' Hey, Hulgyr... want to judge the bet?"

 

[ajanders]

"I don't guarantee less annoyance." says Michael, rolling his eyes.
He tosses a gold bit to Hulgyr anyway.

"The rest of you I'll thank to keep silent."

Michael drops off his horse and hangs his hammer and dagger over the saddle horn. Unstrapping his waterskin, he squirts a drink into his mouth and stoppers the skin.
Stepping around the horse, he tosses the skin to the soldier.

"It's warm, and it tastes of iron, but it's good water. You just saw me drink from it, so you know it's not poisoned. You're losing fluids because of your injuries, plus the fact you've spent the last hour draped over a horse's butt in the full sun.
It's your choice, but I think you'll feel a lot better with some water in your system."

He waits to see if the soldier takes the hint.

 

[El Jefe]

He waits to see if the soldier takes the hint.

"Thanks", "Kneeler" replied, and took a healthy swig. He nodded, and looked Michael in the eye. "Mind if I take a look at my mates?", he asked, gesturing toward Private (Corporal?) "Stander".[sblock=Almayce]"This one seems to have more sense than the others...I wonder if it's just a trick to get me to spill my guts?"[/sblock]

 

[ajanders]

"Thanks", "Kneeler" replied, and took a healthy swig. He nodded, and looked Michael in the eye. "Mind if I take a look at my mates?", he asked, gesturing toward Private (Corporal?) "Stander".

"I think that's an excellent idea, if their keepers will let us."
Michael looks at Hulgyr and Eternity, whom he understood to be carrying the other prisoners. Hopefully they'll feel supportive.
Well, not much hope at this point.

 

[Erekose13]

Eternity leads Kailie over, "He's doing alright, I've made sure he's okay. I bet he'd like some water too though."

 

[ajanders]

Eternity leads Kailie over, "He's doing alright, I've made sure he's okay. I bet he'd like some water too though."

"I don't doubt it." Michael says seriously.
He runs his fingers quickly over the man to make sure he has no broken bones.
If he doesn't, Michael lifts him off gently and carries him over towards Stander.
"We may as well get out of the sun here -- unless you object, we'll put him under that tree, in the shade."

 

[B4cchus]

In reaction to the gold that is being thrown at him "Gold for Hulgyr? A bet? Sure, Hulgyr likes bets!"

Hulgyr pokes 'his' soldier a bit "Think he's okey. He is breathing and stuff. You can look if ye want to but don't get any funny ideas." he says to 'Kneeler'.

 

[ajanders]

Michael puts the soldier down under the tree, wads his poncho under his head for a pillow, goes back , and gets Hulgyr's soldier in the same way, using another bit of his poncho.
If any of them prefer to act conscious, he looks at Stander.
"Do you trust me to give them the water, or do you prefer to?"

 

[El Jefe]

If any of them prefer to act conscious, he looks at Stander.
"Do you trust me to give them the water, or do you prefer to?"

OoC Recap: Squatter (from Hulgyr) is out cold. Stander (from Eternity) appears barely conscious and groans...well, as appreciatively as one can groan. Kneeler is the one nursing a headache from when Ironwolf (in giant form) jumped on top of him, and a sore butt from when he fell off Ironwolf's horse. He's the one that you've been addressing, not Stander.

IC: Kneeler softened a bit toward Michael, whose deeds seemed to speak louder than anyone's words. "It's not that I don't trust you", he said softly, "but, well...they're from my squad."

Kneeler held out his hand for the waterskin again, and when proffered, he gave Stander a drink and dabbed some into Squatter's mouth. Stander seemed to revive a little bit, focusing his eyes a little more clearly, even if he preferred not to talk at the moment.[sblock=Almayce]"I sure hope this one is in charge, at least I'll go to the Lower Worlds in comfort...He doesn't seem like he's in charge, though...At least he's got some sense...Ah, there, Moar's coming around...Good!"[/sblock]

 

[ajanders]

Michael raises a warning finger.
"Never give people unconscious people liquids by mouth... or anyone liquids when lying down."
He props Private Stander up against the tree so he's sitting up.

"They may choke, and then I have to give them the Kiss of Life. I'm not cute enough to have that go well."

Michael reaches into his healing kit and plucks out a stoppered bottle.
He shakes it, takes out the stopper, and sniffs it.
"Gahh!"
He plugs the stopper back in.

"The smelling salts have only improved with age. Just wave the stopper under his nose for a second -- it should clear his head. And his sinuses."

He hands the bottle to Kneeler.
"What's your name? 'Hey You' is going to get old for both of us real fast."