[D7 EM] House Calls

[Terrance Stone]

"Maester Hubert, good morning." Terrance approached. "Now that Ser Leovall has been tended to, would you mind looking at the gash on my leg?"

[Maester Hubert]

“Certainly, young man. Lead on,” he indicated for Terrance to head back to his pavilion for treatment.

[Terrance Stone]

With a nod, he lead him to the pavilion. "I've kept it wrapped and tried to stay off of the leg."

[Maester Hubert]

“Very wise,” Hubert replied, “let’s have a look at you, then.” He opened his kit while Terrance undressed and sat.

[Terrance Stone]

Terrance lowered his breeches and sat down. His thigh was heavily bandaged where the blade had penetrated his armor. "If I may ask, how is Ser Harben?"

[Maester Hubert]

Hubert offered the huntsman a piece of willow bark to chew. “For the pain,” he explained, before flooding the gash with a thick, red fluid that felt like liquid fire. As he stitched the flesh back together, “it’s not easy to say. I’m doing what I can to keep the poison from ravaging his system, but there’s nothing I can do to help the process along. His body just has to expel the toxin at its own rate.”


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Treat Injury - Terrance, TN12: 5d6k4 19
Wound removed.

[Terrance Stone]

He winced with the pain.

"He seems strong. I hope he recovers quickly." he said. "I hope the culprit is located quickly as well."

[Maester Hubert]

Hubert bound the wound in silk, "keep the bandage on. If it starts to bleed or weep, come see me immediately. I'd recommend you refrain from any more fights for a few days, but so long as you aren't engaging in too much running and jumping about, you will be fine. Pull the stitches in a week."

[Terrance Stone]

He nodded. "Thank you, Maester Hubert. I am grateful."

[Caim Feyther]

The next patient, a tall, stoic, dark-haired man waited for the Maester just outside.