The mage knew Captain Artemus was a tough nut to crack, once his mind was made up. The elder had a soft spot for Kate as did her father. Then she had her trump card, "Your father has to obey King Atrious, correct. Do not worry, Atrius is my Godfather. Your father gives us trouble, I have a direct line to the top. I never ask the King favors, Alistair, nothing will stop me, from getting what I want. I desire to have you as my protector. The mages at the guild will not allow me to attend The Mage University, unless I take on a quest. I cannot think of a better companion than you. Agree to pretend that we barely know each other. I do not want to give all my secrets. Papa, would like nothing more than to have grandkits before he turns 50 years old."<br/><br/>Kate lowered the blanket to his hips. She let him smell a jar of salve, it was a thick jelly like substance, that<br/>smelled like eucalyptus with hits if peppermint and honey. "Grab the cot. I will try not to hurt you. Some wounds are deep, my magic is not strong as a Master Mages. I need you to not heal yourself or you will pass out.  Hate places a wadded washcloth to his lips. "Bite. When I am done you will sleep."