<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>Wanting to check up on his patient, Malcyn followed the others inside. A sidelong glance was cast to the captain when she made mention of her ship having trouble and he waited until they all were indoors before addressing her. "If I'm still here when you make the attempt to free her, I won't mind helping," he offered. The young man didn't look all that strong, but - he thought - every hand helped. And if that gave the captain more reason to help, so much the better. She sure looked a lot more competent than he was, not to mention the offer of her crew helping out as well. Surely, they deserved what help he could give?<br/><br/>Accepting a hot, wet cloth from one of the servants, he cleaned his hands and listened quietly while the Musketeer and the Innkeeper spoke. He wasn't sure if he was useful here, all considering, not like Imriel or that other man he'd seen outside, the one that looked as if he'd fought many battles, but he wasn't one to shirk responsibility. He was here, and there was trouble. That was enough to put an obligation on him. And so he nodded to group when Imriel made his promise, tapping the slim rapier at his side. "I am not all that bad with this," he said shyly, his intonation making an offer out of the statement. "But please excuse me one moment, I need to check on my patient. It shouldn't take long."<br/><br/>Jogging up the stairs, he asked one of the staff for directions and went to his patient's room, intending to make sure the wounded boy had not suffered from being moved. He didn't plan on staying longer than necessary; he was tired and so hungry that the smell of food in the common room made his stomach ache. If he had to, he could ask for a simple meal upstairs, but hopefully, he'd find the boy asleep and well cared for.