<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2669790#msg2669790">Quote from: NobleWolf on 25-01-2010, 11:09:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr/><strong>"As I said, Preistess Lilay is tending him. He's a rather disagreeable fellow, but It couldn't hurt for you to see him."</strong>, the acolyte Jophrey replies as he shows Sigmund to the side room. The room was a tight fit, it most likely had another purpose at one time, but now a narrow padded bed and table with chair filled it.<br/>Upon the simple bed laid a bearded, middle-aged man. His torso is covered with several bandages, some starting to soak blood. In his hands he had a piece of wood he had been whitling throughout the day, what he was making isn't quite clear. As the two entered the small room, the man looks up. He doesn't look long before going back to his business carving the small piece of timber.<br/><strong>"Whats all this about then?"</strong>, he spoke in grizzled voice, eyes not wandering from his craft.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Sigmund placed his forearm across his chest and bowed in a kind of salute to the warrior, whether or not it was acknowledged.<strong>"Forgive my rudeness, good sir. I am called Sigmund."</strong>He rose again, gaze directed twords the bed.<strong>"Jophery has informed me of your state and though Priestess Lilay has already tended to you, I insisted I be allowed to assess you myself. Provided ofcourse, that you allow me to."</strong>