<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>"He should be on the mend," Malcyn frowned, uneasy at being away from his responsibilities for too long. And yet, the musketeer made a valid point; his skills could be needed here. It seemed best to trust in the kind care the stable boy was given back at the Inn. "I better be off. My Lord, thank you again." The young physician bowed to Dohrman and headed out, stopped in his tracks once out the door by the gathering there. "I hope the wait wasn't for me?" he said, his tone apologetic. "If it was, I'm ready now." He smiled towards the lady he was not familiar with, bowing his head politely. "Madame," he greeted, not pushing for introductions at this moment, to keep from interrupting the conversations.