Scar sighed as he let the Goblin docs do what they had to do. While he waiting, he inspected his chest piece, not even a scratch on it from the dirk attack from before. He then looked to his axes...the Goblin's didn't do anything at all to it. Good, his trust in their natural fear was very well placed. He ought to start intimidating them more often. At least that would be fun...though his 'oath-brother' wouldn't approve. Oh well, Fizrocket was a big boy...And that Goblin was even older than he was.<br/><br/>Scar began to wonder how that Goblin was doing on his vacation when the medic came up to him and told him of Granra's condition. As he spoke, Scar looked up at Granra's form on the bed. He grunted as he went to sling the armor bag over his shoulder and scooped Granra easily into the other free arm.<br/><br/>He began to grumble as he walked off,"What do I look like...Her babysitter?...I oughta have the mind to rip this place asunder anyways...ripping the throats out of these tiny bastards..."<br/><br/>And his voice just trailed on and on as he went upstairs into the inn part of the establishment. He went to a long table that was surprisingly empty of people in the far corner of the bar and placed on it, laying flat on her back. He then eased himself into a chair and lounged in it, sighing  as he began rubbing his forehead, trying to stave a headache growing that was quickly growing. Boy did he need a drink.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>