He endured the ministrations, simply using drain near the tub to drain the blood out as he bled himself a bit, using his original switchblade to open the wound back up with all the concern someone should have for cutting into a steak, rather than their own body. The barkeep would know to deliver his usual drinks to his room, since his popularity with the rest of the guild always took a dive when another replacement attempt was thwarted. He put one line in his arm where the slash had been, opening it back up, and then put three smaller slashes perpendicular to it, so he could open the wound up if needed, ignoring Mirada as he sat staring at his armor on its rack. After a half minute of bleeding the wound, he used his healing ring again, and then put the cloak on the rack over his armor, before sitting at the table.<br/><br/>Mirada had to leave to deal with a couple footpads who had gotten hurt by a store guard during a spontaneous heist, and he started drinking in his room, staring at the armor like it was responsible for the kids deciding to attack him, two drinks into his rations already, one hand covering his stared between his fingers.