[ When trying to fight the beast towering over the village, Claude had gotten whipped but real good, an errant root lashing out and slashing across his shoulder. Nothing life-ruining, but certainly something that needs to be tended to before he can go back out there -- and he intends to go back out there, rather than let everyone else fight that horrid thing. As is, though, he's sitting with a group of other fighters who found themselves thrashed, thrown around and otherwise threatened by the creature towering above them.
Claude sits, patiently waiting his turn to get sewn up, clearly having just been through battle, an eerie looking bow sitting across his legs. When he sees Ethlyn, he brightens and waves with his good arm. ]
Ethlyn! What a surprise! Now, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this? [ He says airily, doing his level best to ignore the fact that his nice new jacket is drenched in blood. He's familiar enough with battle wounds to know that it looks a lot worse than it is, at least. ]
wildcard!
Claude sits, patiently waiting his turn to get sewn up, clearly having just been through battle, an eerie looking bow sitting across his legs. When he sees Ethlyn, he brightens and waves with his good arm. ]
Ethlyn! What a surprise! Now, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this? [ He says airily, doing his level best to ignore the fact that his nice new jacket is drenched in blood. He's familiar enough with battle wounds to know that it looks a lot worse than it is, at least. ]