The bandages were not subtle, and his brazen mask he was certain would draw eyes. Had she noticed? Of course she probably had. A healer of the sick and ailing? He lightly brushes his thumb against the bandages on his side.
I assume you shall find my assistance in the future.” “Baldwin.” The name was familiar, though common enough to not draw attention. “I am Junia, a Sister in faith, and a healer of the sick and ailing. A camel in tundra.“īaldwin muses, resting his executioner’s blade on his back. This place is strange to me- and my arrival, stranger. I would be glad to have your company along the way. He pauses, “My name is Baldwin, Sister, named for my uncle. Do you wish to make your own way there? If you desire such company, I shall be glad to escort you. “Indeed–Lord Regulus, the heir of the estate. He spots a silhouette of a manor on a hill, “Does the master of the land reside there?” It seems meager, but his eyes are failing and the light is dim.
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