Tag: Lingering wound x 1

Braghaman sat with his left sleeve pushed up to his shoulder and his arm draped across the table in front of him. On the other side of the table, a priest sat and looked at his arm. Gently, he took Bragh’s arm by the wrist and elbow and lifted it a few inches.

“Does this hurt?”

“No,” the paladin answered.

“That’s good. Flex your fingers for me.”

Braghaman easily opened and closed his fist a couple of times. He then looked at the priest who had been watching intently. The priest nodded and then looked up. “Good.”

“What do you think?”

“You said the pain comes and goes?”

“Yeah. It’ll happen without warning and my fingers will spasm some when it does.”

“How bad is the pain?”

“Pins and...