Abelen had sworn that he would try and keep his distance from Kirkwall after his daring escape from the cells. He didn't want to get recognized, or even worse, arrested and tossed right back into a cell. After all, he was a wanted murder now, and he doubted the city guard would be his biggest fan now he had killed a few of them. And yet, when he had awoken in his bedroll that morning with sweat beaded along his brow and his shoulder in more pain than ever, he decided that it had become a necessity to try and find a healer. Which had led him once more into the City of Chains, head ducked and the hood of his cloak pulled up as he slipped past the guards. He just needed to stay out of sight and not draw any unwanted attention to himself. How hard could that be?
Gritting his teeth as he practically hobbled down the stairs to Lowtown, his eyes were constantly on a swivel, fingers brushing over the pommel of the shortsword stashed under his cloak. He wasn't foolish enough to come back without any weapons. While a bow would have brought too much attention, he could get away with a few smaller blades to at least protect himself. Whether he could currently use them, when he could barely raise his right arm above his head without incurring excruciating pain, was another matter entirely.
He'd tried his best to go without a healer. While his leg was still in some pain, the wound was, from what he could tell, healing. Albeit, it was still slower healing than he would have liked. The arrow hadn't gone too deep, unlike his shoulder, where the arrowhead had buried itself almost all the way to the bone. And the guard had made extra sure to twist the arrow in his shoulder a few times before yanking it out, no doubt causing more pain than was necessary. Abelen had maybe made extra sure that particular guard was on the receiving end of a knife to the neck before he escaped the cells. He'd hoped, however, that he would still heal, doing his best with whatever healing plants he could find outside the city walls, crushing them all together and wrapping them into the wound with bandages. Not that it appeared to be working, and actually looked worse than what it had been a few days ago.
Finding the right healer who wouldn't immediately just throw him at the city guards was a little bit of a struggle, but he managed to finally get a name and a location out of some of the residents of Darktown. He just really hoped they could help, once more gritting his teeth as he gingerly shouldered open the door, eyes narrowing as they adjusted the sudden light difference inside.
Gritting his teeth as he practically hobbled down the stairs to Lowtown, his eyes were constantly on a swivel, fingers brushing over the pommel of the shortsword stashed under his cloak. He wasn't foolish enough to come back without any weapons. While a bow would have brought too much attention, he could get away with a few smaller blades to at least protect himself. Whether he could currently use them, when he could barely raise his right arm above his head without incurring excruciating pain, was another matter entirely.
He'd tried his best to go without a healer. While his leg was still in some pain, the wound was, from what he could tell, healing. Albeit, it was still slower healing than he would have liked. The arrow hadn't gone too deep, unlike his shoulder, where the arrowhead had buried itself almost all the way to the bone. And the guard had made extra sure to twist the arrow in his shoulder a few times before yanking it out, no doubt causing more pain than was necessary. Abelen had maybe made extra sure that particular guard was on the receiving end of a knife to the neck before he escaped the cells. He'd hoped, however, that he would still heal, doing his best with whatever healing plants he could find outside the city walls, crushing them all together and wrapping them into the wound with bandages. Not that it appeared to be working, and actually looked worse than what it had been a few days ago.
Finding the right healer who wouldn't immediately just throw him at the city guards was a little bit of a struggle, but he managed to finally get a name and a location out of some of the residents of Darktown. He just really hoped they could help, once more gritting his teeth as he gingerly shouldered open the door, eyes narrowing as they adjusted the sudden light difference inside.
"I was told I could find a healer here?"He was hardly a local so just hoped he had gotten the right building. Would be embarrassing if he were in completely the wrong place.
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