Fredrick's eyebrows raised slightly. "He has a bounty?" the man mused. It wasn't so supprising when you thought about it; Isaiah killed a lot of Templars and was probably a great neusaince to them. But for some reason it still came as a supprise to him. Fredrick decided he'd bring this up with Isaiah the next time they met.<br/><br/>When the two men came in, Fredrick joined in the small circle surrounding them to get a better look. He'd certainly had some experience patching Isaiah up, but he certainly wasn't a doctor. If this was poison, which it very well seemed to be, there was pretty much nothing he could do. Fredrick sighed and turned away from the sight of the suffering man and went to sit on the ground just outside the tower. If there was nothing he could do, he may as well not crowd the area from someone who could.<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>Isaiah had actually managed to fall asleep in his little hay barrel. When next he woke up, he found that the sky had darkened into night, the cut on his neck had sealed, and his dizziness from before had dissipated. The Assassin moved a bit to shift the hay so he could see outside, but had to stop and be still. A burning pain shot up his right arm and torso. He must have gotten burnt and not noticed it in the moment.<br/><br/>Pushing the pain aside for now, Isaiah took a cautious glance at the area around him. He seemed to be alone and so he pulled himself out of the hay. Feeling the searing pain again, Isaiah thought he should get it treated somewhere. He didn't trust doctors. As long as his injury was something that could be handled by his good friend Fredrick, he avoided doctors all together.<br/><br/>As he walked back to the tower, Isaiah tried to keep his arm relatively still. Moving it made the skin rub against his clothes and that was painful. With this restricted form of walking, getting to the tower took at least an extra fifteen minutes than it should have. By the time he could see Fredrick sitting outside the tower, the moon was high in the sky.<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>Fredrick looked up, slightly supprised to see his wanted friend approaching with such marvelous timing.<span style="font-style: italic">Speak of the devil,</span>he thought with an ironic smirk pulling at his lips. The small smile died when he noticed there was something off with the way his friend was walking. It wasn't the casual strut he normally had, in fact, he seemed to be in some sort of pain.<br/><br/>His suspicions were answered when Isaiah called out. "Hello Fredrick. I don't suppose you've got some bandages with you?"<br/><br/>"You idiot!" Fredrick mumbled before dragging his friend into the tower with him and up the stairs to a sepparate room, closing the door behind them.