[ ooc: MARTIN NO... It's true though damn. Also, sorry for the delay! Do you want boomies for your samples? I'm sorting out my tagging priorities around and bumping people who need samples to the top 🫡 ]
[ A bit of the tension bleeds out of Adrian as well. Perhaps he's too quick to trust even now, but he has little that would be worth taking, and the man has made no move to indicate that he might be interested in starting a fight unprompted.
Peace made for the moment, Adrian crosses to retrieve his traveling gloves and crouches to make a swift examination of his new patient while his new companion moves the dresser. When he finds no obvious wounds or other signs of intoxication, he holds a hand over the man's head, warm golden light pooling under his gloved palm.
He nods, too focused on his task to look up. ] That was my thought as well, though I suppose he may have only been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Poor soul.
[ Adrian sits back on his heels when he's done, rolling the dull ache out of his shoulders. He doesn't take offense at the question or the uncertainty behind it, though it isn't one he's always keen to answer. ] He'll be alright with a few hours rest, so long as he doesn't overdo it when he wakes. Thank you for doing so much of the heavy lifting, Mr. Blackwood. Please take your ease, if you wish — I've asked much of you already.
[ Aside from the bed, the room contains only a tiny rickety table with a couple of old chairs; Adrian barely wants to test them himself, so he can hardly blame Martin if he wants to remain where he is. He's content to remain on the floor, hands folded neatly in his lap. It seems the most non-threatening course of action while they're still making sense of each other. ] If you ask me, 'Waterdeep' is hardly an intriguing name for a city. 'London' sounds mysterious. Perhaps it's a matter of perspective? [ He inclines his head. ] But to answer your earlier question, no, I'm not human... Are you? You've not demanded payment for services rendered as yet. Is that not the way of things in London? Or will you be attempting to claim a piece of my immortal soul or turning me into a rodent or somesuch?
[ The last bit is very obviously a joke from the dry tone and the wry little grin Adrian favors him with. Still, there's something... different, about Martin. He hasn't any indication of what it might be, but perhaps it's nothing at all, and only that he's a human from a world that Adrian is unfamiliar with. ]
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[ A bit of the tension bleeds out of Adrian as well. Perhaps he's too quick to trust even now, but he has little that would be worth taking, and the man has made no move to indicate that he might be interested in starting a fight unprompted.
Peace made for the moment, Adrian crosses to retrieve his traveling gloves and crouches to make a swift examination of his new patient while his new companion moves the dresser. When he finds no obvious wounds or other signs of intoxication, he holds a hand over the man's head, warm golden light pooling under his gloved palm.
He nods, too focused on his task to look up. ] That was my thought as well, though I suppose he may have only been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Poor soul.
[ Adrian sits back on his heels when he's done, rolling the dull ache out of his shoulders. He doesn't take offense at the question or the uncertainty behind it, though it isn't one he's always keen to answer. ] He'll be alright with a few hours rest, so long as he doesn't overdo it when he wakes. Thank you for doing so much of the heavy lifting, Mr. Blackwood. Please take your ease, if you wish — I've asked much of you already.
[ Aside from the bed, the room contains only a tiny rickety table with a couple of old chairs; Adrian barely wants to test them himself, so he can hardly blame Martin if he wants to remain where he is. He's content to remain on the floor, hands folded neatly in his lap. It seems the most non-threatening course of action while they're still making sense of each other. ] If you ask me, 'Waterdeep' is hardly an intriguing name for a city. 'London' sounds mysterious. Perhaps it's a matter of perspective? [ He inclines his head. ] But to answer your earlier question, no, I'm not human... Are you? You've not demanded payment for services rendered as yet. Is that not the way of things in London? Or will you be attempting to claim a piece of my immortal soul or turning me into a rodent or somesuch?
[ The last bit is very obviously a joke from the dry tone and the wry little grin Adrian favors him with. Still, there's something... different, about Martin. He hasn't any indication of what it might be, but perhaps it's nothing at all, and only that he's a human from a world that Adrian is unfamiliar with. ]