Re: I made this. Honest. (Attention: Cremsden, Tareg, D'ire)

Laura Walker

Tareg accepted it with a grateful smile, trying it out for a couple of steps and finding it much easier then hobbling along.
D'ire nodded at his new brat and headed for the other door. At least his wey had a good location.
Tareg followed after, one step behind and silently, staying to follow his- Sir to their destination.
D'ire took the easiest way to the Infirmary and entered, looking around for a Healer. 

"Injury?" And okay, maybe Cremsden was skipping to making assumptions but when someone entered leaning on a cane you didn't usually look for a broken wrist. "Can you--oh." He paused in what he was going to say, frowning a little at a second person with a cane. "You two together?" Or maybe there was just a strange epidemic of sprained ankles going on. 


Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.

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