It stretches from the edge of his chin, trails over his lips, and ends just above the top lip. The wound is obviously fresh, but it's no longer bleeding.
Milon, seeing you staring, points a finger to the wound and laughs. "It ain't much compared to yours, Marshal, but it's a start."
Lada glances over at her brother. "Hey, Marshal. Good to see you again. Milon ran into a sword, but he's fine."
Milon rolls his eyes. "The sword ran into me. Or rather, someone ran it across my face."
Lada ignores her brother and turns to you, saying, "Anyways… what brings ya here?"
You raise an eyebrow at Milon and ask, "Seriously? The fuck happen to you?"
He laughs. "You're not in great shape yourself."
"Weird question to ask," Lada says, "considering your own… ya know." She quickly adds, "No offense."
You sigh heavily and reply, "Listen. I'm looking for Obren. The knight. He was with me during the skirmish, but I lost track of him during the chaos. I heard he was injured."
Milon shakes his head. "Sorry. I haven't seen him."
Lada narrows her eyes. "About my age, right? dark brown hair? Shiny armor?"
You nod. "Sounds about right."
"Check the medical tent on the far left. He's in there. I think. Probably. I've… treated a lot of soldiers today, it's difficult to remember."
"Thank you," you say to her, and then you set out for the medical tents. As you leave, Milon calls after you. "And Marshal?"
You turn around. "Aye?"
"Stay safe."
You nod.
"Likewise."
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