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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/25/2018 3:04:14 PM
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[i]The wounded woman did not speak, she couldn’t, though the Khajiit did not know that. She could hear him and his music, though at first she was completely confused. She thought him perhaps a moron to be playing music for her, until she realized that some of the bleeding was slowing, and the pain was beginning to abate, albeit slowly. It soon became clear that perhaps the Khajiit needed to do a little more than hope his magic instrument would work.[/i]
English
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The khajiit put away his instrument, realizing that it doesn’t do much. He wasn’t gifted in the arts of medicine, but one of his best friends was a doctor, so the khajiit Tried his best to clean her wounds. He also asked a lot of questions “Who are you What happened Who did this Do they have easily takable possessions Do you need a place to stay?” He looks at her strangely when she doesn’t answer. Then he cast a spell around the area, then gets back to cleaning her wounds [spoiler]basically the spell was to detect any magical things anywhere in the area [/spoiler]
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[i]She needed real medical attention, and likely to be taken out of the street gutter where she lay. Nonetheless, she was grateful for his assistance. Anything was helpful. As he asked her a barrage of questions, her only response was to weakly open her mouth, revealing that her tongue had rather brutally been cut out. His spell found nothing of magical quality anywhere nearby.[/i]
