<blockquote><div><cite>Allie wrote:</cite>"Er, sorry about that... You gonna be okay?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Oh don't worry about it," Ureck replied with a smile, although his voice was noticeably strained. "It's nothing a good night's sleep can't fix."<br/><br/>Of course, he wasn't entirely convinced of that himself, but he didn't want to give Sherani other concerns she didn't need. Grabbing a nearby chair, he took a seat and winced as he placed his injured leg over his good one to get a better look. The hole the blade had cut into his pants had a rather large amount of dry blood framing it, just what he was afraid of. Snatching a nearby napkin, he dabbed it on his tongue before trying his best to scrub away the red patch. Suck it up, he told himself. Openly showing you had a wound while traveling through Espen was just inviting predators to make a snack of you.<br/><br/>Soon, the spot was as clean as it could be, and Ureck got back to his feet to accustom himself to the burning pangs that pulsed through his leg. As he walked around a bit, he practiced hiding his discomfort, watching Sherani out of the corner of his eye for any sign that his ruse wasn't working. The Grangers were probably wondering where the hell he was, he rolled through his mind, and it wouldn't be long before he had to make the long (and dangerous, if one isn't careful) trip back to their estate. Nonetheless, out of both fear and the small amounts of activity still occurring about the Singing Donkey, he decided to stay a bit longer. Presumably, they'd understand if one of their workers almost got his ass devoured during the middle of the evening.