Commander Braghaman Larethian

Injuries

Braghaman took a bandage out of his satchel and started to unwind it. Carefully, he began to wrap it around the recruit’s forearm. 

“Let’s see. I’ve been poisoned. Trampled by horses. Shot with an arrow. Slashed across the face by a Vyrkul,” he said, reaching up to touch the scars over his left eye. “Frozen by a mage. Thrown by a dragon, a small one. Stabbed in the gut by a death knight. Dislocated a shoulder. Knocked off an airship.”

“Knocked off an airship?” one of the recruits repeated with surprise.

“Well, to be fair it was exploding at the time. So probably wasn’t good to stay on it.”

“Exploding?” another recruit exclaimed.

“Demons,” Bragh answered with a shrug and a smirk. “There always seems to be demons.”

“All of these things happened to you?” asked the injured recruit, looking up from the bandage that had been wrapped around his arm.

“Yeah. And all the normal bumps and bruises that come with the job.”

“You could’ve been killed.”

“I suppose,” Bragh said, shrugging again. “But that is the risk we take,” he added as he finished wrapping the bandage around the wound and tucked the end in. 

“Haven’t you ever just had something like a broken bone?”

“Actually,” Bragh answered with a chuckle. “No.”

“What should we do if we get hurt like that?”

“I recommend not getting hurt if you can avoid it. But this is the job we’ve chosen. If you get hurt, you rely on your training. And rely on your team to watch your back. You do that, and you’ll come back. Might be battered some, but you’ll come back.”