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[krwioholik]

Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy

When the barber-surgeon peeled the dressing from the wound, Dandelion groaned pitifully. ‘Relax,’ Regis said, cleansing the wound. ‘It’s nothing. Only blood. Only a little blood… Your blood smells nice, poet.’ At precisely that moment the Witcher did something Milva would never have expected. He walked over to the horse and drew a long Nilfgaardian sword from the scabbard fastened under the saddle flap. ‘Move away from him,’ he snarled, standing over the barber-surgeon. ‘The blood smells nice,’ Regis repeated, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the Witcher. ‘I can’t detect in it the smell of infection, which with a head wound could have disastrous consequences. The main arteries and veins are intact… This will sting a little.’ Baptism of Fire, Chapter 5

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"He needs a little comfort after being very brave letting me clean the glue off him and dry him." Regis says with a fond, if a little amused smile, gesturing to the young, scruffy looking raven perched on his shoulder.

"The children brought him to me. They found the poor fellow in a barrel of old glue at the tannery." He explains.

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"Ah, I see I have been discovered. Well." The vampire rose from his bedroll, moving to fetch a small bottle from his bag. "Since we're not pretending to be able to sleep anymore... a drink?"