[The messenger finds him several hours after the guardsman: his labours interrupted when he turns his head and cranes his neck. Words entice him out of his seat - and he closes his folder of papers and carries them under his arm. Footsteps echo on stone before muffling amongst the palatial rugs lining the hall.
He enters the infirmary without fanfare and waves for privacy. The healer retreats to a respectful distance - hardly fazed by this young knight with a proud reputation. Her presence keeps his mind sharp as he turns towards the nursing bed and narrows his eyes.]
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He enters the infirmary without fanfare and waves for privacy. The healer retreats to a respectful distance - hardly fazed by this young knight with a proud reputation. Her presence keeps his mind sharp as he turns towards the nursing bed and narrows his eyes.]
Hendrik. I told you to come back in one piece.