Yeah. [Henry points to the side of the house, as though having anticipated this. He takes a few soft steps in that direction, beckoning Niles along.] We're gonna wanna go around back. My Bondmate's in there, and she's a smart one! She'll wanna play a round of twenty questions with you.
[Henry understands that this is a situation that Niles would not like to play twenty questions with a bossy Lalafell about.]
I've got a shed I do a lot of my magical stuff in. She knows I do Necromancy... Soooo we kind of agreed that I'd keep my shady business out back. Follow me.
[This is an agreeable arrangement, in Henry's eyes. He'd rather find Bondmates who know what he does fully and don't mind, even if they don't like it when he brings dead birds (and fingers) into the house.
When Niles follows along, Henry's able to quickly sweep them both into the shady shack in the back. With a snap, candles light its interior to shed light upon its contents. It's organization found in chaos when it comes to his magical instruments and collection of dead bird bodies, but there's a comfy chair or two. With magical implements available to him, Henry's better able to do healing magic without cutting his own hand open or anything; he takes a vial from a shelf that's a pinkish-red before rolling up his sleeves.]
Man, talk about a job change! Dark mage to healer... It's been months, and I'm STILL reeling. [For the moment, the bag of fingers is placed easily on a work table.] Can I see your arm? Just a guess... But I thiiink that's bound to be the worst of your injuries.
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[Henry understands that this is a situation that Niles would not like to play twenty questions with a bossy Lalafell about.]
I've got a shed I do a lot of my magical stuff in. She knows I do Necromancy... Soooo we kind of agreed that I'd keep my shady business out back. Follow me.
[This is an agreeable arrangement, in Henry's eyes. He'd rather find Bondmates who know what he does fully and don't mind, even if they don't like it when he brings dead birds (and fingers) into the house.
When Niles follows along, Henry's able to quickly sweep them both into the shady shack in the back. With a snap, candles light its interior to shed light upon its contents. It's organization found in chaos when it comes to his magical instruments and collection of dead bird bodies, but there's a comfy chair or two. With magical implements available to him, Henry's better able to do healing magic without cutting his own hand open or anything; he takes a vial from a shelf that's a pinkish-red before rolling up his sleeves.]
Man, talk about a job change! Dark mage to healer... It's been months, and I'm STILL reeling. [For the moment, the bag of fingers is placed easily on a work table.] Can I see your arm? Just a guess... But I thiiink that's bound to be the worst of your injuries.
[It looks... pretty bad!]