Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20160317030657

"You ain't my prisoner," Azulius cut her off, sliding his chair over a foot. "The door behind me is unlocked, Moxie's on a table in the next room, and I told the others to let you by unless you're carrying my severed head or something.  If anyone's keeping you here, it ain't one of the Cardamoms."

"Which I am not, of course," a long, pronounced drawl sounded from the door. It opened, and a thin doctor with glasses and stubble walked in, followed by the silencer man from earlier. "Name's Doctor Leonard Churchsen, no-questions-asked emergency medicine." After introducing himself, the doctor began checking Laura's equipment, making tweaks as he went.

"How are the people we found, Doc?" Azulius asked, glad for a break in the tension.

"Surprisingly tolerable," the doctor asked, looking at a gauge. "Thanks to your dear friend here, I probably spent more effort giving out lollypops than I did fixing injuries.  That being said," he glared at the maid, "killing yourself to fix two dozen scrapes and bruises does not balance out in my book.  I can treat cuts and bruises.  I can fix sword slashes and broken bones.  I've even pulled bullets out of half of his-" he gestured to Azzie "-relatives.  But I the two things I can't fix are Aura drain, and good old-fashioned dead.  So avoid those when you can."

"Any ideas who's looking for us?" Sienna asked professionally, checking his silencer's transformation into a baton, then back again.

"Does the name 'Vale's Pilgrims' ring any bells, Dad?" Azulius asked.

"Off the top of my head, no.  I'll call Violet and the hacker cave to see if they know something."