Lucien Montrose
Lucien has seemed distracted since the confrontation with the young noble and his rejoinder. A sharp ear can hear him mumble to himself, "Another young blood who cares nothing for his immortal soul or those who serve under him."
At Angelo's question, he is drawn out of his reverie. "Hmm, he should recover from his current wounds, given bedrest and no additional injuries. I think his furry companion will serve as guard against the latter, but if we are out on business, we may need someone to enforce the former. I see our guest as a man of action, the type who try to get up from their sickbeds to face a foe, only to return to it a change it into a deathbed. His fever should abate with rest and more of that willowbark tincture. Perhaps there is a servant here at the inn who can keep watch over the man if we should have need to leave. I have a feeling in my entrails that the deeds of this morning will call us out to make a reckoning of them before a higher power."
Lucien has seemed distracted since the confrontation with the young noble and his rejoinder. A sharp ear can hear him mumble to himself, "Another young blood who cares nothing for his immortal soul or those who serve under him."
At Angelo's question, he is drawn out of his reverie. "Hmm, he should recover from his current wounds, given bedrest and no additional injuries. I think his furry companion will serve as guard against the latter, but if we are out on business, we may need someone to enforce the former. I see our guest as a man of action, the type who try to get up from their sickbeds to face a foe, only to return to it a change it into a deathbed. His fever should abate with rest and more of that willowbark tincture. Perhaps there is a servant here at the inn who can keep watch over the man if we should have need to leave. I have a feeling in my entrails that the deeds of this morning will call us out to make a reckoning of them before a higher power."