gypsy band / o, injured joiner

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Nayru was not used to being treated so coldly by one of her patients. Her father, yes, but never somebody who’s life could potentially be saved by the tiny Sawbone. [b][color=#6b7e99]”Fine,” She stated in her own cool voice, tail lashing, [color=#6b7e99]”You have two options. The first one is simple, you come into my house and let me treat you. The second one? Not so simple. Fend for yourself, try to find herbs, fail because the swamp is dangerous and you’re injured... and pay whatever price your injuries demand. The choice is yours.” Very rarely did Nayru use her princess voice or give ultramatums as she just had. She was normally timid, hesitant, anxious, and nervous. Not as steely and collected as she was now, her cerulean colored eyes hard. Deep inside, Nayru really didn’t know what had come over her, just that she felt a surge of something divine and then the words were falling from her lips. Oh well. Shifting her weight, the sawbone would permit one of her metaphorical brows to arch, curious as to see what this stubborn newcomer would pick.