Wanderer couldn't believe he was doing this.
There was some random Fontainian magician passed out on the soft grass next to him with a blanket haphazardly sprawled over his frail frame, all because of a brawl the former Harbinger had found himself in with him; in which he forgot how fragile human bodies could be.
He had already checked Lyney for injuries, but all he found was bruising. Nothing was broken. At least he didn't go that far.
And now here he was — making soup for when he wakes up.
— Since when did he have to be nice to the people he beats up?
// closed RP with @hcttrick
















