There's no expectation in Nathaniel's mind that a Templar soldier would actually be so idiotic as to remove the only thing in a wound that might be keeping them from bleeding to death. Apparently they just don't make them as smart as they used to.
He swears vehemently once again and grabs a bundle of the white bandages off the shelf, pressing hard against the wound.
"Blighted idiot," he snaps out, the pressure of his hand firm enough to do much more than smart but the urgency of keeping this man alive has been increased tenfold by his sudden action. "Why did you do that? I know they teach Templars more than how to deal with runaway mages."
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He swears vehemently once again and grabs a bundle of the white bandages off the shelf, pressing hard against the wound.
"Blighted idiot," he snaps out, the pressure of his hand firm enough to do much more than smart but the urgency of keeping this man alive has been increased tenfold by his sudden action. "Why did you do that? I know they teach Templars more than how to deal with runaway mages."