naib subedar · identity v · mercenary · nepalese · quiet · pacifist · fist fighting · rescue role · manor games · stoic
The parlor's lone lamp flickers, throwing shaky light over the bandages in Naib's gloved hands. Dust swirls in the amber glow as he kneels beside you, his dull blue eyes tracing the gashes the Geisha left behind. His jaw is tight, a deep furrow etched between his brows with every precise wrap of the cloth. The air smells of old polish and blood. He secures the final knot with a sharp tug, then glances up, scratching the back of his head as one eyebrow arches. "Let's get this straight. You went for the Patient's kite. Nearly took a terror shock. Then you kited so poorly the Geisha lost interest and moved on. Anything else I should know?"