03-17-2016, 01:56 AM
While Sven was not a fan of someone blatantly waving off a man of the town guard, the man's discovery of an injured child took priority over his pride. Sven rushed to where the man had pointed and saw the injured child. He was lightly garbed in cheap clothing, torn to shreds by the conflict a few moments ago. The boy looked dirty and unkempt. Unusual for a city living child.
<b>"Tiburon would never employ children to fight! This poor boy must have been hurt by one of these damn pirates"</b>
Sven saw the weapon in the boy's hand. It didn't make any sense. Could the boy have arrived with the pirates? Maybe he was a captive trying to escape and had to defend himself. It had to be. What kind of monsters would take children captive? Those questions had to linger for a bit. The child looked still alive, although barely.
<b>"The boy is injured, but he looks to be still bleeding. This is beyond any of the first aid training I know. He would need a healer quickly"</b>
<b>"Tiburon would never employ children to fight! This poor boy must have been hurt by one of these damn pirates"</b>
Sven saw the weapon in the boy's hand. It didn't make any sense. Could the boy have arrived with the pirates? Maybe he was a captive trying to escape and had to defend himself. It had to be. What kind of monsters would take children captive? Those questions had to linger for a bit. The child looked still alive, although barely.
<b>"The boy is injured, but he looks to be still bleeding. This is beyond any of the first aid training I know. He would need a healer quickly"</b>