>>5949479“Oh, don’t worry Sir Oliver, healing magic doesn’t require any sort of disinfectant. I’d hate to have you waste expensive medicine.”
“Oh, uh, are you sure? I’d be no trouble to use it, so you wouldn’t need to worry.”
“I’m quite sure, isn’t that right inquisitor? You see he was my last patient.”
“Yup, She didn’t need anything but her own magic to heal me up last I checked, Oliver. It was such a dire wound too, I was practically crying in pain and now I’m right as rain! So it should require even less for your meager wound that doesn’t hurt at all!” The inquisitor is enjoying this too much. His fake cheer contorts itself into smug mockery as the bartender starts to sweat from his nerves.
“A-are you sure? I mean it would be improper for me to undo the bandage right here in the open.”
“And it would somehow be more proper for a youthful and beautiful princess, like myself, to follow a grown man into the backroom of his bar?” You say with faux innocence.
“I- I mean uh, Clarice would be right there too!”
“Hey! Stop being mean to my daddy! You’re making a scene in front of the customers!” Clarice starts to do a mixture of yelling and whining towards the two of us, clearly seeing the situation get out of hand.
“Well, it doesn’t look like there’s anyone else here other than the wolf-slayers over there. Surely, we can’t be that bad?” The inquisitor inquires.
“Oh, you’re right inquisitor! Maybe we could get them an expensive bottle in celebration of completing their quest!” You shout, gaining everyone in the room’s attention, “We could even use a little to ‘disinfect’ you’re wound if you’re still hung up on that!” You say like it’s the smartest idea in the world.
The inquisitor is trying his very hardest not to laugh.
“Or- uh, I suppose that wouldn’t be a bad idea, but miss I really need you to-”
Too bad for the bartender you’re already out of your seat, followed swiftly by the inquisitor, “Oh, maybe I’ve done something wrong seeing as you’re at a loss for words, my apologies the customs of the low class are so hard to follow at times,” You say with very fake disappointment, “But I do really need to see your hand, please unbandage it.”
“I-i can’t, miss-”
“And you seriously going to ignore an order from her Royal Highness, Oliver?” The inquisitor’s tone suddenly has a dangerous edge. If the situation was any different you’d think he was being serious.
“N-no! It’s just that I-i-”
The bartender is once again cut off not by you or the inquisitor, but by a mumble, “This has gone on long enough,” and the sound of a drawing sword. The drawing of Clarice's sword. Right before its sharp edge swings directly towards you.
