Rolzup
First Post
With a groan, Darrick's eyes flicker open...only to go suddenly wide as he sees who is tending to him. He flinches backwards instinctively, one hand scrabbling for his sword. He quickly subsides as he glances about and takes in the situation.
"Thank you," a rather confused Darrick replies, in an equally quiet tone. "I've...obviously much to learn of swordplay, even now. But," he adds, making a game attempt at a nevertheless shaky grin, "I do thank you for the lesson. And the gift. I hope that I can return the courtesy someday."
He points to Darrick. "If you have no objections, I'd like to attend to the young man here. He's quite a fighter. I'm impressed with his skill."
The man taps his finger to his chin. "My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. Must be getting old. My name is Ducerne. Formerly a knight and medic in the service of Karrnath."
While working on Darrick's wounds, he leans down and whispers something to Darrick. "I mean it. Very few people could ever stand against me in battle. Take this, he presses a small key into Darrick's hand, it opens a box back in the barracks. Third bunk down on the left wall. Under the clothes, you'll find a gift. From one knight to another."
"Thank you," a rather confused Darrick replies, in an equally quiet tone. "I've...obviously much to learn of swordplay, even now. But," he adds, making a game attempt at a nevertheless shaky grin, "I do thank you for the lesson. And the gift. I hope that I can return the courtesy someday."