Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140706152951/@comment-12599067-20140711022131

(Well, then, I suppose I should stop running errands for the Knights of the Nine and throw in some guards, huh?)

(In other news, I'll put down the appearances of the major prison staff relatively soon as well.)

Not long after Luna was released from the infirmary, Rowan's door was thrown open and in strode Praestus, looking as arrogant as ever. Rowan didn't even have to turn his eyes away from his work to know it was the lieutenant again, most likely looking for Saga. With a deep breath and a huff of irritation, the healer turned to face the lieutenant, who had strode in to the center of the room and was scanning the crowd of wounded convicts for the seer.

"Something I can help you with?" Rowan asked, arching an eyebrow from across the room.

"I think you know what I'm looking for," Praestus answered, still peering through the crowd for the small Nord. "Is she still in here?"

"You tell me, Praestus. I've got so many wounded in here I can't tell one from another," the healer answered, suppressing his disgust with the lieutenant.

"Don't be smart with me, Rowan," Praestus warned. "Is she here or not?" he asked, never taking his eyes away from the convicts. Rowan scowled and answered only with silence, at which point Praestus turned and arched an eyebrow at the healer. "Well?" he repeated. Rowan still remained silent, at which point the lieutenant made a disgusted noise and shook his head, as if he could not believe the nerve of the healer. "Fine, fine, I'll just go look for myself," the lieutenant said with a tone laced with irritation, at which point he turned and strode out of the infirmary, slamming the door shut behind him.

Rowan swore extravangtly under his breath when the lieutenant left, shaking his head and muttering multiple curses as he turned back to his work. He shuddered to think what the lieutenant might do now that her rash and fever had disappeared, and said a quick prayer to Stendarr for her protection before he turned and attempted to clear his mind by pounding multiple alchemical ingredients to a pulp.