(From (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98856.msg5007346#msg5007346))<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He led the way, up the servants stairs to his bedroom, purposely avoiding the main hallway to evade Master Ryan a while longer. He opened the door and left it wide as he moved to his writing desk and ground out the stub in the empty ash tray. “Bruises, abrasions – any deeper wounds or strains?“ He gestures at a chair, the only honestly comfortable one in the room, overstuffed green leather with a feather cushion. “I have something for anything.” Most hadn’t been refreshed since the Briars, but it should still be good.<br/><br/>