And here I was, afraid that tonight would be dull.
[His dark tone suggest that he is not at all pleased by their newfound excitement. He stills himself, watching the edge of the forest a moment longer, but no ogre or yeti or dragon chases after the wolves. No, what he sees is a knight, battered and caked in blood, their mail torn as if it was made of nothing more than flimsy rags. They stumble out, using their lance to keep them steady, before they finally collapse onto the snow.]
Get the chirurgeon.
[His tone is firm, allowing no room for argument, and he readies his lance as he prepares to leap down to investigate. Hells, is that knight one of their own? Some foolish squire who broke rank and bit off more than they could chew? Or do they belong to one of the High Houses? It's too far to make out their colors, or anything else about them; if they wish to identify their potential comrade, they will need to get up close.]
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[His dark tone suggest that he is not at all pleased by their newfound excitement. He stills himself, watching the edge of the forest a moment longer, but no ogre or yeti or dragon chases after the wolves. No, what he sees is a knight, battered and caked in blood, their mail torn as if it was made of nothing more than flimsy rags. They stumble out, using their lance to keep them steady, before they finally collapse onto the snow.]
Get the chirurgeon.
[His tone is firm, allowing no room for argument, and he readies his lance as he prepares to leap down to investigate. Hells, is that knight one of their own? Some foolish squire who broke rank and bit off more than they could chew? Or do they belong to one of the High Houses? It's too far to make out their colors, or anything else about them; if they wish to identify their potential comrade, they will need to get up close.]