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[color=EBA536][b]Location:[/b][/color] [color=E579FF]Top Deck[/color]
[color=E579FF][b]Race:[/b][/color] [color=EBA536]Dark Elf[/color] & [color=E579FF]Human[/color]
[color=E579FF][b]Class:[/b][/color] [color=EBA536]Artificer[/color] & [color=E579FF]Rogue[/color]
[color=EBA536][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@Tae] Meiyu; [@Helo] Ezekiel
[color=EBA536][b]Equipment:[/b][/color]
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[color=EBA536][b]Scratch[/b][/color]
Medical bag
Tinkerer's kit
Arcane spindlelock (shortened) musket
Spindlelock pistols x2
Hand axes x2
[color=E579FF][b]Val[/b][/color]
First-aid bag
Tinkerer's kit
Spindlelock pistols x2
Steel daggers x2[/hider][color=E579FF][b]Attire:[/b][/color]
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[color=EBA536][b]Scratch[/b][/color]
Dark brown, knee-length coat
Black waistbelt
Grey button-up shirt
Dark brown trousers
Heavy leather boots
[color=E579FF][b]Val[/b][/color]
Off-white shirt
Red ribbon tied around left arm
Brown hooded coat
Brown trousers
Leather boots
Goggles on her head[/hider][color=EBA536][b]Gold:[/b][/color] 45
[color=E579FF][b]Injuries:[/b][/color]
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[color=EBA536][b]Scratch[/b][/color]
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[color=E579FF][b]Val[/b][/color]
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Scaerthrynne looked at the woman, then at the man. The beginnings of a smile crept onto his face – much as he would prefer to stay out of their spat, he couldn’t help but be entertained by people with diametrically opposing viewpoints exchanging ideas. He was even learning a few things. One, the man, despite his age, was an idealist. That was admirable, if Scaerthrynne had to be honest, and rather interesting. Most people with that many years under their belt tended to be jaded. Cynical. Disillusioned with the world. And yet this man here still saw the light in things. 

Two, the woman wasn’t just familiar with violence. From her words, Scaerthrynne wondered if perhaps she had been raised in it. Or perhaps she just had a very, [i]very[/i] rough upbringing. One where childish idealism was beaten out of a person before they could even understand what it even meant. How did she navigate the world? What were her perspectives on matters? Scaerthrynne considered her to be just as interesting as the man. Part of him wanted to find out what made either of them tick. The other part wanted to just get out of here as soon as possible and finish with his tasks. 

But, before he could get another thought in, and before his smile could even fully materialise, he felt a pair of hands tug on his coat. He looked down at his side. Vallena was there, partially hiding herself behind him and sneaking glances at the woman.

[color=E579FF]“She’s scary,”[/color] she said in a small voice. 

[color=EBA536]“There’re scarier people out there,”[/color] Scaerthrynne replied nonchalantly, his smile dying before its birth. [color=EBA536]“Go give the man directions to the sick bay, Val.”[/color] He reached back and patted one of her hands before nudging her away. She hesitantly let go of his coat, but kept most of her body hidden behind him.

[color=E579FF]“Alright, Scratch.”[/color] With a nod, and another furtive glance at the woman, Vallena turned away.

Scaerthrynne placed himself between her and the woman, and faced the latter. [color=EBA536]“That’s quite a selection on offer,”[/color] he remarked, sounding almost impressed. Almost. [color=EBA536]“But it’ll take more than variety to interest me. I’m not bragging, but I lived through the entirety of the Great War. Fought in most of it, too, so I’ve seen plenty of injuries. Minor ones, major ones, ones that rearrange a body entirely. That last one was fun to treat the first few times, but even they got boring quick. Only so many ways you can maim a person before actually killing them outright. So, if you can think of an injury that’ll surprise me, I’d honestly appreciate it. I might even take notes instead of giving treatment.”[/color]

He paused. A smile twitched on his lips. [color=EBA536]“Okay, maybe I [i]was[/i] bragging a little.”[/color]

[color=EBA536]“But since you gave me a list of options, it’d be rude if I didn’t address all of them,”[/color] he continued. [color=EBA536]“Physical injuries are always uninteresting. Challenging, if you stab them through the ribs and into the lung, but not a particularly tricky puzzle to figure out. And if you get the heart, they’re dead before I can get to them, so it’s a mortician you’d want. A partially severed limb? Potentially interesting, if the victim insists on remaining in one piece, but if it’s hanging by sinews, then amputation would likely be the only course of action. With the limited surgery aboard, I can hardly be expecting to reattach limbs. Even I’m not that skilled.”[/color]

His smile widened, and set into his face. [color=EBA536]“Now, poisons are always interesting, but it depends on what kind of poison. Since you specifically mentioned a poisoned wound, I imagine it’s a fast-acting poison, meant to make a near-miss lethal. In which case, the victim would likely be dead before I can do anything. But if it’s a slower-acting poison, well…”[/color] A brief jolt of excitement made his heart flutter. He could already picture all the experiments he would have to do; all the tests; all the analyses, deductions, and eventually, the sweet taste of success.

[color=EBA536]“That [i]might[/i] be interesting,”[/color] he concluded. Taking a step back, he looked at the woman with an expression that was midway between minor approval and slight anticipation. The former not so much because of what she intended to do – a joke or not – as it was her knowledge of the lethal arts. To heal and to hurt were, as it was often said, two sides of the same coin, after all. And the latter, well, that was because a small part of him held some hope that this trip might turn out to be one of the less boring ones. 

[color=EBA536]“Oh, and another thing. I’m not a doctor. I’m a surgeon. I didn’t go to some fancy school and study until my brain turned to soggy mush, so I won’t claim that title for myself.”[/color] He looked over his shoulder to check on Vallena, then turned back to the woman. [color=EBA536]“And in my role as ship’s surgeon, I have a duty to advise against you causing further harm. But as a surgeon, well…”[/color] He trailed off again and shrugged. [color=EBA536]“Only thing I’d mind is if it was uninteresting, that’s all I’ll say.”[/color]

Vallena met Scaerthrynne’s brief gaze before returning her attention to the man. [color=E579FF]“That’s just Scratch! He’s always saying things like that. I mean, in that way.”[/color] She giggled nervously, looking up at him. [color=E579FF]“He’s not actually saying that it’s okay for her to do…That kind of stuff, really. He just, um…He just has that way of talking. It’s a little weird, I know, but I swear he’s not bad! He’s just strange. And a little–”[/color]

[color=EBA536]“Vallena, if you want to criticise me, just do it outright. This somehow hurts even more.”[/color] Scaerthrynne’s dry voice cut her off. [color=EBA536]“Directions?”[/color]

[color=E579FF]“Oh, right! Sorry.”[/color] Another nervous laugh. She pointed off to her side. [color=E579FF]“There’re stairs over there that’ll take you to the second deck. It’s around the bar, you can’t miss it. Then when you’re below, just go all the way to the bow. The sick bay’s the most forward area. If you get lost, just ask someone! They’ll know where to go.”[/color] She looked over her shoulder at Scaerthrynne. He shrugged and nodded. [color=E579FF]“Scratch and I have other stuff to do, now.”[/color]