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<blockquote data-quote="Karmic_vegeance" data-source="post: 5203394" data-attributes="member: 90657">Amused at the Giantess's enthusiasm, J'ryi grins at the half-orc's offer. &quot;Give me a moment, 'mate.' I've got something to take care of first.&quot; As the serving girl places a foaming tankard in front of him, the&nbsp; dragonborn nods to her and mutters, &quot;Liquid&nbsp; courage...&quot; before downing the mug. Ripping off the bandages on his injured arm, he reveals an unhealthy-looking gash, as well as an arm studded with scars of a similar nature. Pulling a piton out of one of numerous pouches, the dragonborn holds in front of his mouth, allowing a controlled flame to heat one end of the piton.Carefully holding the piton, the end of which now glows red-hot, J'ryi begins to slowly and clumsily cauterize the wound. His expression is pained, bordering on severe discomfort, but the job is done quickly.Wincing a little, J'ryi re-equips his gauntlet, pocketing the piton and the used bandages. He changes tables to sit with the Half-Orc and the others, a grim smile on his face. &quot;Wouldn't do to get that infected,&quot; he notes casually, setting the lantern down in front of him.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Karmic_vegeance, post: 5203394, member: 90657"] Amused at the Giantess's enthusiasm, J'ryi grins at the half-orc's offer. [COLOR=Red]"Give me a moment, 'mate.' I've got something to take care of first."[/COLOR] As the serving girl places a foaming tankard in front of him, the dragonborn nods to her and mutters, [COLOR=Red]"Liquid courage..."[/COLOR] before downing the mug. Ripping off the bandages on his injured arm, he reveals an unhealthy-looking gash, as well as an arm studded with scars of a similar nature. Pulling a piton out of one of numerous pouches, the dragonborn holds in front of his mouth, allowing a controlled flame to heat one end of the piton. Carefully holding the piton, the end of which now glows red-hot, J'ryi begins to slowly and clumsily cauterize the wound. His expression is pained, bordering on severe discomfort, but the job is done quickly. Wincing a little, J'ryi re-equips his gauntlet, pocketing the piton and the used bandages. He changes tables to sit with the Half-Orc and the others, a grim smile on his face.[COLOR=Red] "Wouldn't do to get that infected,"[/COLOR] he notes casually, setting the lantern down in front of him. [/QUOTE]

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