Ptolema of Guild Snowy Village walked with Tycondrius a short distance away from the Letalis area, out of earshot of Mister Karodin.
Her rapier was enchanted with a low-level illumination spell, and she held it out to light her path, avoiding obstacles and careful of uneven terrain. As she led the way, Tycon observed her trying and failing to hide the fact that she was wincing in pain...
"What's this about, Tactician?" The Duelist asked, her patience waning the further she walked.
"You're injured."
It was not a question. She smelled of blood.
The Duelist idly placed a hand over her lower abdomen... "It's nothing."
Tycon shifted his weight and grimaced, prompting her to continue with his silent stare.
Ptolema averted her gaze, her lips quivering in weakness... "Just... I know. I'll manage, somehow... Just don't tell Karodin... please."
Tycon pursed his lips and took a deep breath... "Is it a combat injury? Or..."
