He shrugged, the limp more a psychological thing than a physical pain now. "Been like this for a long time now. Doesn't hurt, got a ring of cure light wounds to fix wounds during a battle. Just not as good as a real healer, and I don't know the first thing about stitches or healing. Scars are a fact of life, of battle won and lost, enemies vanquished, and all that crap."<br/><br/>He spat the last sentence, as he sank into the tub with a sigh, the heat releasing tensed muscles. "Besides, these remind me that my reputation is just that, word of mouth, and as useful as words in a fight. Help keep me from getting TOO cocky on a job. And if I do, another couple scars are added to the lot."