Grak sighed heavily. If he was honest, he was rather glad she'd passed out before his big confession. He retrieved his tray of herbs and crouched next to the warrior woman to begin his healing.
The innkeeper stomped in as he finished. "I thought I told you to get the hell out," he snapped.
Grak sighed again. "The warrior needed a bit of healing first, good sir," he said placatingly. "We will vacate your establishment momentarily."
The dwarf stared at him like he'd sprouted another head. "Just get off my property," he rumbled, irritated.
Grak sighed. "Of course, good sir." He lifted the warrior's saddle from the stall and turned to the horse. The gelding flattened his ears at the orc. Grak mimicked the gesture and let out a warning growl. The gelding lowered his head and blew at the ground. Grak saddled him with no difficulty.
No, the difficulty was in getting the horse's master into that saddle. Grak eyed her slumped form critically. He poked the furs around her shoulders. They were a bit dirty, but not infested. He used them to wrap her up like a sausage and tied her belly-down over the saddle.
It would be most displeasing if she died of the cold after he'd healed her wounds.
The innkeeper stomped in as he finished. "I thought I told you to get the hell out," he snapped.
Grak sighed again. "The warrior needed a bit of healing first, good sir," he said placatingly. "We will vacate your establishment momentarily."
The dwarf stared at him like he'd sprouted another head. "Just get off my property," he rumbled, irritated.
Grak sighed. "Of course, good sir." He lifted the warrior's saddle from the stall and turned to the horse. The gelding flattened his ears at the orc. Grak mimicked the gesture and let out a warning growl. The gelding lowered his head and blew at the ground. Grak saddled him with no difficulty.
No, the difficulty was in getting the horse's master into that saddle. Grak eyed her slumped form critically. He poked the furs around her shoulders. They were a bit dirty, but not infested. He used them to wrap her up like a sausage and tied her belly-down over the saddle.
It would be most displeasing if she died of the cold after he'd healed her wounds.
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