Dark eyes is examining Brigid's wound when I return with the girl. He said he'd slit her from ear to ear if I didn't let him go. I saw from my window the brute, you called him Darden, I believe, abduct the girl. I saw you draw your sword and I came without thinking. But enough, let me take you to my apothecary and tend to your wound, which though bleeding profusely is, I believe, not serious in nature.
People know nothing of germs and sterile procedure.
Now, stop nattering at me. I've had my shots, I'll be fine. Huxley and I each take a shoulder and help Brigid into what turns out to be a dingy museum-like room of sorts. I'm a student here. Thanks for your help, by the way.