boundbythecircle
“Desist.” Jamus grumbled in complaint as his patient squirmed against their restraints. He’d had to tie the man down so he could tend to their wounds. It was an activity he could of done using magic, dealing to these injuries but of course the man had gone on about not trusting magic to which Jamus had replied, ‘sure, you’re choice.’ So here he was, having finally managed to clean the guy up only to have them start up with their whining again.
Looking over his shoulder around the tent for another healer he spotting an elf, and clicked his tongue at them. A notion probably easily mistaken for frustration over his work and not for grabbing attention. Another couple of clicks were directed at them before Jamus decided to call over in a rather cheery tone, “Ears, over here. I’d like your assistance.” at that point he turned back to his task at hand whilst still talking, “Can you grab me some salve from the chest? Do we have much left anyway? These soldiers need to stop getting themselves hurt.”
