Isaiah sat down on a cot that was in the room and waited patiently as Fredrick took some time to scold him.<br/><br/>"I make a bet with you to go find<span style="font-style: italic">information</span>; recon! How does someone get injured on recon?!" His eyes narrowed slightly and he gave pause. "You don't look like you're bleeding. What sort of injury is it?"<br/><br/>"Well, you may not believe me," Isaiah started, giving a slightly pained smirk, "but a crazy Templar girl dressed like a whore dragged me into the brothel, then it caught on fire and I was trapped inside for a bit."<br/><br/>Fredrick sighed, but he seemed remarkably unsurprised. "We'll have to take off your shirt and jacket then." They first maneuvered his jacket off, with no small pain on Isaiah's part, then went to the long-sleeved white shirt below. First they took it off his left arm, which seemed to be uninjured. They had to cut the sleeve though to get it off the rest of him.<br/><br/>Fredrick ran his hand through his hair, letting out a breath. Isaiah had bad burns all along his right arm, and climbing up the right side of his torso. They were wet, red, and slightly swollen. At the very least, they weren't blistering.<br/><br/>Fredrick set to work slathering disinfectant on the wounds and wrapping bandages around them. When he was about halfway down the right arm there was a knock at the door, followed by an entry.<br/><br/>"A warning?" Isaiah asked, raising an eyebrow.<br/><br/>"Ah yes," Fredrick said. "I'd all but forgotten. The Templar's have put a bounty on you, my friend. That's probably why that girl you mentioned got you into this mess."