“Well, it’s obvious what we’ve gotta do first. Forget weapons, we need to fatten you up, darlin’.” Wyl muttered to himself as he watched the rags come off little by little until Volen’s torso was revealed. There was no way that the man would be of any use to him whatsoever with the way he was looking. Hell, the man would probably just slow him down like this. No, they definitely needed more time to get at least some meat on those bones, and Wyl mentally adjusted his plans to fit this new bit of information.<br/><br/>As for the rest of it…<br/><br/>Wyl breathed deeply through his nose, trying not to let the anger take over as he crouched next to the emaciated figure. He put the tip of the Alverstone to the metal band, and it slid through like the metal was nothing. The thing couldn’t stand up to the dagger at all, and Wyl was careful about pressing to hard and cutting Dane Volen’s flesh. The man had more than enough wounds festering and pestering him.<br/><br/>Forget time to fatten the man up, they needed all the luck in the world to keep those wounds from killing the man. Once again Wyl adjusted his plans as he ran the Alverstone through the metal once. Moving over slightly he ran it through again, cutting downwards until he could remove the first piece. Then he started to cut a third time just to make sure that Volen would have no problem removing the damned thing.<br/><br/>“Careful now, luv, it’s gonna feel odd not to have it weighing you down.” He said as he sheathed the Alverstone once more. Wyl carefully grabbed the metal and gently removed it from Volen, and then promptly dropped it like it had burned him.<br/><br/>He ran gentle fingers over the scarred back and the fresh wounds, shaking his head and frowning deeply. “Darlin’, this is gonna take quite some time to heal up. I don’t want you puttin’ on the new clothes until I’ve had a chance to wash this out. It’s amazin’ you ain’t dropped dead yet from infection. Whoever did this to you ought to get a taste of their own medicine. Fuckin’ bastards. Now, think you can get to your feet? We’ve gotta get goin’, just a little bit further and we’ll be next to fresh water. There we’ll stay the rest of the night.”<br/><br/>Wyl got to his feet and picked up the bag of food, slinging it over one shoulder. Holding the strap with one hand, he reached out to Volen with the other. “Leave the rags, those ain’t good for no one. Take the clothes and let’s go, aye?”