He did debate, briefly, leaving the hunter here to simply rot, the snakes curled with his hair ruffling amongst it a bit as a few came to peek out from under his hood at the unconscious man. Little hisses before his own swords were sheathed and the hunter was hauled over shoulders after temporarily tying that thigh enough to not lave a trail of blood.
There was a walk to some upper part of the mine that wasn't man made, hidden amongst twists and turns, that spread out in to a larger opening that was rather homey.
Gabriel laid the hunter out on a flat stone that was warmed by something underneath it, using it as he removed clothing carefully to better check him over and better get access to the wound to his thigh. Cleaning and rinsing all he could, something in a bottle used to flush out what poison he could there before wrapping it with a concoction to at least let it heal cleanly enough.
Was moved to a bed after dressing the man in some temporary shit and loose slacks, tucking him in for warmth and getting down some liquid that would help fight against the poison in his system. Checked on him now and again.
A fire was lit, the entire place warm with something in a pot cooking. sitting back in a chair, whetstone going across one of his blades after going over the rest of his weapons. A waiting game then.
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Date: 2020-08-23 01:36 am (UTC)There was a walk to some upper part of the mine that wasn't man made, hidden amongst twists and turns, that spread out in to a larger opening that was rather homey.
Gabriel laid the hunter out on a flat stone that was warmed by something underneath it, using it as he removed clothing carefully to better check him over and better get access to the wound to his thigh. Cleaning and rinsing all he could, something in a bottle used to flush out what poison he could there before wrapping it with a concoction to at least let it heal cleanly enough.
Was moved to a bed after dressing the man in some temporary shit and loose slacks, tucking him in for warmth and getting down some liquid that would help fight against the poison in his system. Checked on him now and again.
A fire was lit, the entire place warm with something in a pot cooking. sitting back in a chair, whetstone going across one of his blades after going over the rest of his weapons. A waiting game then.