"Don't thank me yet," he says tartly. "You owe me, too."
Once satisfied that the wound is closed and that the spell had done its job, he rests his weight on his heels. Silly though it may be, he's still a little disappointed mere coincidence is what had brought him here. But if it hadn't, he wouldn't have gotten to see one of Kinloch Hold's templars lose a fight with gravity and fall to the floor in a puddle of his own blood.
Worth it.
The glow of magic fades from his hands. He extends one over the groaning man's face and snaps his fingers a few times, saying, "Wakey wakey. That's twice you've been sleeping on the job. Can you hear us?"
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Once satisfied that the wound is closed and that the spell had done its job, he rests his weight on his heels. Silly though it may be, he's still a little disappointed mere coincidence is what had brought him here. But if it hadn't, he wouldn't have gotten to see one of Kinloch Hold's templars lose a fight with gravity and fall to the floor in a puddle of his own blood.
Worth it.
The glow of magic fades from his hands. He extends one over the groaning man's face and snaps his fingers a few times, saying, "Wakey wakey. That's twice you've been sleeping on the job. Can you hear us?"