the king returns

The King didn't have any mortal injuries, or at least any that would threaten his life, but the wound across the back of his neck was pretty bad. If not treated soon, it could become infected and fester, then possibly turn into something more life-threatening. The esquire leaned in closer, audits flickering forward with attention as the King requested he off and find a healer. Right away sir. I will return swiftly. And with Pontifex turned on his heels, bounding away into the heart of Seracia, searching for one of two healers he knew about in the entire pack; his sister Loccian or the King's relative, Themisto. Ebon lips were pressed together, summoning, urgent call raising into the air as he moved through the territory, hoping to run into one of the healers soon. He needed them to come tend to the King now.


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