Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-11457306-20141031010039

Kasra's eyes settled on the young man with the bandaged arm and the obviously missing sleeve from his bloody robes. Surely he wasn't here for the job? He looked barely out of diapers.

Conall kicked her--gently--under the table. "No wearing yourself out on charity jobs, Kaz," he said, following her gaze to the wounded mage. "If he needs healing he'll pay for it, you hear me?"

"I hear you," growled Kasra. "It's not in me to ignore someone's pain."

"Even healers at the Temple don't work for free, Kaz.  They gotta eat too."