"I shall have the Dwarf's operation done within the next hour. After a night's rest, he should be able to be part of your meet-up. However, he will also be assisted by either myself or Ashara." From the sounds of people's voices, the way they walked, breathed or shifted their weight, Kayleth had a pretty good idea of how the conversation had gone done both vocally and physically. Covered to her wrists in blood though she was, such a giant man making a ruckus acting like he owned the place was distracting ant it ticked her off. The arrogance of it all almost made her want to slap him, but that wouldn't be very ladylike.

"Look," she said, her tone of voice changing to something more akin to tired resignation, "I don't know you, I don't know what medical skills you have, for all I know you might be a psycho looking to poison my patients, but seeing how Ashara and I are swamped with work as it is, I will make an exception this once and let you help. Ashara and I will be keeping an eye on you. Don't think you can easily hide something from the ears of an elf."

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