Roleplay from Garamonde Bendix (138 days ago)
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In the corner of the recovery room sat a man who appeared to be sleeping soundly, his feet propped up on the patient's end-table, wide-brimmed hat pulled low over his face. He had been there all afternoon, as the healers and scribes and various factotums doted upon the wounded noble in the bed. By the style of his clothing, they had assumed he was merely some sort of guard or soldier set to watch over the patient. But in truth, the man was no mere peasant, nor was he asleep- he was listening intently to the words of the woman who sat beside him:
"...death can't ever touch you while I'm beside you. Wake up fast my hero!"
Upon hearing those words, the man in the corner shifted, raising his head just a bit to reveal the curled ends of a familiar-looking mustache...
