Trubaldsome was speechless with anger for a moment as the alchemist simply walked out, then he growled to himself and snatched up the small, jewelled box from his desk.
Outside, Waery blinked in confusion as he glanced between the lizard-man and the girl, but was spared any further conversation as the door opened as Mahtan came through. Waery stuck his head in through the door, saw his Lord's grimace of annoyance as he clawed open the snuffbox, and wisely closed it again and waited a moment in the suddenly-crowded hallway.
After a moment, he waved a hand at the three standing outside the door and rumbled, "A'right, a'right, you lot c'n just get goin' now, yer disturbin' Lord Trubaldsome with yer yappin'." He nodded, once, then headed in through the doorway, shifting the package from under his arm.
"Here ye go M'lord, I got th' package from th' Apocethary. Ye be needin' anythin' else?"
Trubaldsome set down his snuffbox with a click and gripped the arms of his chair agitatedly.
"No, no Waery. Just set it over there, yes." The young Lord sighed heavily.
"You may go back to whatever it was you were doing before... But first, just get some of the men to track down any noted physicians around the city, and surrounding countryside."
He stroked his moustache thoughtfully for a moment, then added, acidly, "Oh, and be sure to tell those
bumbling idiots I want whoever they find
alive. Honestly, the fools I have to work with..." With another sigh, he waved Waery out of the room, got up and headed over to stare out the window, muttering to himself under his breath.
Send some of my guards to search the surrounding area of the city for physicians, apothecaries and/or faith healers, to arrange a meeting with Trubaldsome. ((
Oh, and I'm confused... In Thatkid's post on the Forces of Elbreth, Trubaldsome's retinue is listed as marching to Miring? I'm guessing that's in the future, or something... Wow, trying to arrange this game chronologically makes my head hurt!
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