a tired throne - open; washed ashore/joining

[VASS .]

"there ain't no need to run for me, m' here" Vaas' voice was a balm to the worried, even gruff from lack of sleep the tiger stalked closer, watching the group surround the stranger. It was like a twisted version of getting dead things as gifts, his clan give him injured people to heal. A way to practice his knowledge, if nothing else, but it helped ease him better into the role. Small injuries were fine, but the undercurrent of this one was bad. His own apprentice's words breathed truth the the situation. THis guy looked half dead.

"well, shit yeah. okay" The tiger huffed a little bit, walking closer towards the stranger- killer if his earlier words rang true. It wasn't his job to make the judgement on this one, and he couldn't even defend himself- water-logged and weak. Vaas shook his head softly, rustling from his satchel a bundle of jars. The first one broken seal: a fresh wiff of rosemary and pine nettles dropped as he turned to the satchel of poppy seeds. " here kid, just a few of these. Easy now" He set them on a cloth before the other as he turned to reguard the injuries he could see.

"don't move 'im, we gotta stabilize him first. then we'll worry about moving him later." he spoke up to the crowd that had gathered. the striped medeci's ears tiwtched. His breathing was raged, but stable.

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"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain .  vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "

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