GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Pain continued to throb through his head in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Every pulse felt like someone was intentionally bashing out a beat on his cranium and it was almost making the man wish he'd just pass out again. Well at least there was a lovely woman to keep him company. He winced a bit as she scolded him and knew immediately she had to be a healer. "But it itches…" he mock pouted before grinning at her. "Nice to meet you Ara, I am Hárekr Kaltharsis… yes I suppose if you had the time I would appreciate the help." While part of him wanted to shrug it off in true warrior fashion and assure Ara that it was but a scratch the logical part of his mind knew better. He'd seen enough wolves die from their bravado to put his own masculinity aside when it came to his overall health.
"I was just looking to try my paw at some fishing… needless to say I am not very good at it."
