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Vehil looked up from Nienna's wound and became aware of a newcomer. The new elf offered to call a healer. "I can handle this for the moment, but calling a healer may be a good idea. This may go beyond my skill." He looked back to the wound and supressed a wince, this may be beyond his skill already.
The inn door flew open with an audible slam, and the crazed Dwarf was back. “Elf, stay right there you’ve got to answer for what ye did.” he bellowed.
Vehil looked up and saw he was the one being addressed. The mace that rested on the Dwarf's shoulder made him nervous, and his right hand drifted instinctively to one of his knives. "Master Dwarf, I have no idea what I have done to merit this accusation. But rest assured I have nothing to do with this. If you require my help, it's mine to give." He whispered to the elf who had suggested the healer. "Getting the healer here may be a good idea. Who knows what other wounds that mace will inflict."
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