A dark figure comes trotting up the palace road, from the direction of the
Army compound. At first, it appears that the figure is merely jogging up the
road, a scabbarded sword slapping against the legs, as it, and they, move.
Yet, as it nears, it can be seen that the left arm of the figure is nowhere to
be seen. A few moments more, and it is seen that the left arm is actally
strapped across the chest of the figure.

The figure slows somewhat as it approaches the palace guards. Within moments,
the guards part, and allow it to pass. Beginning to works its way through the
grounds, it slows even more, now at a fast walk. Those few that are on the
grounds can now make out the figure. It is one of the King's sons!

Looking around, Adssar heads towards the area where the Royal Healers would
be. As he nears, people can make out further details: his left arm is bound to
his chest, with a strip of cloth. There is another cloth wrapped around his
left forearm, red spots spoiling the cleanness of the fabric. It then becomes
clear as to why he is now here, Adssar has been injured!

The office of the healers is tucked away in the palace. Scented strongly of
herbs, there is the underlying scent of human sickness and misery. The healers
are always busy here with the denizens of the palace, whether it be with some
injured soldier or merely a servant with a toothache. The adjacent library,
however, is where one might find the particularly young head healer. Only the
most dire or most important of cases ever come to her attention.

The first healer to spot Adssar is an older woman, somewhat overweight, who
gives him a once over before it occurs to her that it is one of the King's
sons. With an apologetic bow to the young man, she scurries off to fetch the
Royal Healer.

Eiriel Karatri is a silent but lovely girl, appearing momentarily with a
pleasant enough smile. Hardly old enough to be the King's personal physician,
ed to treat it at the compound, but I knew that I'd receive MUCH better attenti
however. "A damaged shield arm, is it, my lord?" she offers pleasantly as she
goes to him, leading him to where he might sit upon a cot. "Let's see it." She
moves to gently handle his arm, unstrapping it from his chest.

Adssar nods. "Aye, it would be by shield arm, if I was using a shield. This
day was single weapon practice. A halt was called, but my sparring partner was
unable to control his wild swing!" He allows her to unstrap his arm, and
removes the cloth from around his chest. His now freed arm he holds out to
her, blood stained cloth still wrapped about it. He smiles slightly at the
young woman, "They wanted to treat it at the compound, but I knew that I'd
receive MUCH better attention here!"

"You know," replies Eiriel with a bit of amusement, "That my orders are going
to be rest for several days, and tochange the bandage quite regularly. Which
is probably the same orders that you would have gotten from the field medic."
Charm rarely works on healers. Carefully, she unwraps his arm, considering the
wound. Gently, she begins to clean it. That is one advantage of the lady over
the field medic. Her hands are most gentle.

Adssar grins slightly. "Oh, of course! Healer's ALWAYS recommend three days of
bed rest, even for something such as a cold!" His smile brightens his face,
even as the bandage comes off. Blood has begun to clot, and the cloth sticks
to the wound. He continues to smile through the grimace caused by the pulling
of the fabric.

Now exposed, the wound stretches across the majority of his forearm, split
coat arm framing it. He looks down at it, and then up at the healer, "Perhaps
my coat should be removed, to allow you better access to the wound?"

"Oh, it's damaged enough. I think I shall simply cut it off," replies Eiriel
with a smile, reaching into her pocket for a small scissors. "The sleeve, I
mean. And then, I shall pick what remains of it out of the wound. Then a
little bit of cleaning, and some salve, and we'll rebandage. And then, you'll
get to see me twice a day for the next couple of days." She seems faintly
amused as she goes about her work, trimming his coat right above the wound.

With a shocked gasp, he watches the coat sleeve fall prey to the scissors,
"Oh, boy! The seamstress will be angry with you! Just cutting the thing off
like that..." He smiles up at her. Watching the wound again, waiting for the
shirt sleeve to come out of it, he continues, "It doesn't look THAT bad."
This, as blood wells up out of the cut.

He then seems to remember what she had previously said about the visits. "For
the next couple of days?! Really? At what times?" He smirks, "My schedule for
the next few days is pretty full, but I think I just MIGHT be able to sneak
you in!"

"If you do not see me once in the morning and once in the evening to have your
bandage changed," replies the young healer as she cleans the wound with a damp
cloth, picking out bits of his sleeve and debris delicately in the process. "I
will complain to your father." A very simple little threat. Eiriel looks up at
the young man and smiles warmly. "If the seamstress is angry, send her to me.
The sleeve was ruined any way."

Laughing lightly, and looking down at the wound, "Oh, I'm sure that I can find
some means to return to see you... Provided that father doesn't hear that
complaint you've got ready." He smiles up at her, dark eyes sparkling, "The
seamstress has been irked with me before. I can't seem to keep any of the
clothes in one piece for very long!" He picks up the discarded sleve, and
fingers the sword cut in it, "Especially when something like this happens."
Dropping the sleeve, he returns his gaze to her. "Just how bad does it look,
uhh... might I ask what your name is?"

"Eiriel Karatri. I am your father's physician, which is why you have been
referred to me," replies the healer with some amusement, applying some sort of
salve which initially tingles but immediately numbs, removing pain. With a
strip of clean linen, she begins to bind the arm. Mighty young for her
position, but not undeserving of it.

Smiling again, he nods "Ah, yes. I have heard of you. Father speaks highly of
you." He looks down again at the wound, as it tingles. "That does feel much
better." He pauses for a moment, "Will it require something else to keep the
wound closed, or will the linen do the job?" He looks back up at Eiriel's
face, "Actually, will there be any scarring?" This seems to be a much more
important question to him.

"I could stitch it, but I think the linen will be relatively effective in
keeping it closed. It was rather clean, and not nearly so ugly as I had
originally thought," Eiriel replies pleasantly. "There might be scarring, but
I have taken care to prevent that as much as possible." She has bound the arm
quite tightly, but not to prevent blood flow.

Adssar nods slightly, "That is good to hear." He doesn't mention which
statement that applies to though. Looking around slightly, he queries, "I take
it we are just about done here then, right? Since you've now bandaged it..."

Eiriel smiles and nods. "Yes, you're free to go, as you like. But I shall
expect you tomorrow morning so that I can change that bandage," she replies.
"You should make every effort not to do anything with it and keep it raised.
Else, you'll swell."

"Just when is it that you'd like me to come by? When are you available? Also,
you said something earlier about twice a day. I take it the second visit would
be sometime after dinner?" Adssar then frowns slightly. "Swelling, eh? How
much activity is permissible?"

"You shouldn't spar or practice with weapons, though you may ride, as needed.
I will be here for most of the day. Come before breakfast and dinner," replies
Eiriel as she puts things away neatly. "It isn't that bad, and should heal
quickly."

Adssar shakes his head. "No practice, eh? What if I don't use this arm?" He
raises his left arm, "Or, what if I cover it?" He looks up to Eiriel's face,
"Before breakfast and dinner, got it."

"No practice," reiterates the young lady with some amusement. "It got hurt as
an innocent bystander today." She shakes her head and laughs softly. "Take
time off from practice and study your books, perhaps. Take advantage of the
injury."

Adssar laughs along with the healer, "I guess that is true. We shall see what
will get done. For now, I shall attempt to stay away from form practice. How's
that?" He moves his arm slightly, testing how it feels. "Take advantage of the
injury, eh? Maybe I can get some rest or something like that?" He laughs again.

"That's entirely the idea," replies Eiriel with a smile, folding her hands
behind her back. "It just looks ugly, and it bled a great deal. But you ought
to be fine before long. I shall probably let you practice in a few days. But
not yet. And if I find out..." She leaves the threat in the air.

Adssar laughs again, this time at the threat. "Okay, okay, I get the idea. If
you get wind of my practicing, my father shall hear of it, right?" He ponders
for a moment... "I suppose that there is something I can do to keep busy.
There are probably some papers or reports that I have to go over, or some such
thing." With that he stands, and bows his head to Eiriel. "My thanks for the
help with this wound, Eiriel. I shall return tomorrow morning, to be
rebandaged."

"If it makes you feel better, your father truly chafes when he is told that he
is too injured to do anything," replies Eiriel with a smile. "Have a good day,
my lord, and I shall see you tomorrow."

Adssar nods. "He does at that, doesn't he. I shall return." He smirks, "You
have a good day too, Eiriel."

With that, Adssar bows his head once again, and then turns and leaves.