<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div><br/>Dropping his rapier, Malcyn sank to his knees beside the unconscious young man. He checked for a pulse and swiftly moved his hands over the body, investigating the wounds underneath the boy's bloodied clothes. Drawing a knife from his belt, he cut the fabric over the boy's stomach and pulled it aside, exposing the ragged, deep wound vicious claws had made.<br/><br/>He opened his satchel, retrieving a bottle that held a concoction with a terrible smell, and used it to disinfect the stable boy's wounds before setting himself to mending it proper. He worked swiftly but unhurriedly, his sole focus on the boy until he was ready to apply the bandages that should keep the wound from opening again. "When I am done, he'll need to be moved," he instructed, without looking up. "Preferably to a quiet room but if there isn't any, then to my own. Be careful not to put pressure on the stomach."<br/><br/>While he spoke, he continued to remove the fabric from the young man's body where blood stains suggested wounds underneath. "Claw marks on the stomach," he commented as he worked to cleanse the other wounds and bandage them. "Bite wounds on the shoulder. Dog sized, I think. Strange claw marks on the arms. Seem a lot bigger."<br/><br/>Once he had done all he could for the wounded boy, he gathered his equipment and stored it away carefully. He picked up his rapier and returned it to his belt while he waited for the stable boy to be moved to a better location.