Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140706152951/@comment-11457306-20140709234001

Praestus entered the infirmary and stood looking around for the healer. He spotted him off in a corner, mixing potions. Rowan looked over his shoulder to see the man approaching and was immediately irritated. He suppressed it and spoke.

"What can I do for you this evening, Lieutenant?"

Praestus wasted no time on pleasantries. "Where's the blond?  Saga, I believe she's called."

Rowan felt a chill. Praestus was interested in Saga? This was not good. He was well aware of the Lieutenant's proclivities and had treated some of his victims.

"She is ill.  Fever and rash.  You can see for yourself," Rowan gestured to the secluded corner where Saga lay, "but I do not recommend getting too close."

"What?  Prisoners with catching diseases are supposed to be destroyed!" Praestus spoke as if they were discussing cattle.

Rowan felt disgusted. "It is only a mild rash and slight fever, Lieutenant, not a deadly disease.  She'll recover soon and be returned to her cell."

Praestus looked in Saga's direction. He radiated frustration. "Very well," he said in a tight voice. "Keep me informed." With that parting command, he turned and stomped out.

Rowan turned back to his mixture. I'll do no such thing. ''Oh this is not good. Not good at all, but what can I do?''