“It’s not exactly a sword as you would know it, Nyxeris, but I don’t know you well enough to get into what it really is.” He tore a bit of clothing off his cloak and wrapped it tight around his hand, with him not cloting, the bandage wouldn’t last long. But he wasn’t going to ask for help he hated medical treatment of all kinds no matter what it meant. He sighed at least he had a contract now “I believe we have a contract, where am I guarding you too?” He winced as he clenched and uncleneched his hand in completely pointless attempt to stop the blood flow. He sighed and started walking to the stables to collect his mount.