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Despite the goggles in Klaus' mask slowly building up with the fog of his own breath, and the ceaseless chiming of blades and tomes, the doctor could feel himself being whisked away by some primeval instinct taking hold. A samurai had made an attempt on his life. But while Klaus was expecting the sweet relief of death to be upon him, fate had other things in store. Another figure emerged from seemingly nowhere, but unlike every other living creature on the battlefield, this person actively tried to save his life. Processing the very idea was a challenge. The man who had saved Klaus' life without a second thought was unique, to say the least. He neither wore the dark, brooding armor style of Nohr or the presumptuous style of the Hoshidians. And by the looks of it, this stranger had caused plenty of woe to both sides.
A blue-haired girl approached the man without haste. She reminded the troubadour of the girl from the village weeks ago, yet it was apparent that these were two very different people. Klaus had only now seen that the man was injured, gravely so, from the ambushing samurai. Yet while the doctor was mounting his horse, ready to leave this man to the inevitable, the girl started to sing. Suddenly the turmoil of battle was drowned out in a melancholic tune. Nothing beneath a god could sing with that kind of power. The troubadour was compelled to approach them more closely, if only because his conscious would torment him otherwise, as no true scholar should be without any knowledge. Lord Leo would not be pleased regardless. "I am unscathed, stranger. You have saved my life, and now I am keen to return the favor," Klaus reached over his staff to Audric's wound. It was a ghastly sight. He debated internally on if a simple healing spell would be enough, once the battle was over, in regards to treatment. "I see that you are without allegiance. Where do you hail from, and what is your name?" a hoarse voice trickled from the doctor's mask, both firm and ominous.
A blue-haired girl approached the man without haste. She reminded the troubadour of the girl from the village weeks ago, yet it was apparent that these were two very different people. Klaus had only now seen that the man was injured, gravely so, from the ambushing samurai. Yet while the doctor was mounting his horse, ready to leave this man to the inevitable, the girl started to sing. Suddenly the turmoil of battle was drowned out in a melancholic tune. Nothing beneath a god could sing with that kind of power. The troubadour was compelled to approach them more closely, if only because his conscious would torment him otherwise, as no true scholar should be without any knowledge. Lord Leo would not be pleased regardless. "I am unscathed, stranger. You have saved my life, and now I am keen to return the favor," Klaus reached over his staff to Audric's wound. It was a ghastly sight. He debated internally on if a simple healing spell would be enough, once the battle was over, in regards to treatment. "I see that you are without allegiance. Where do you hail from, and what is your name?" a hoarse voice trickled from the doctor's mask, both firm and ominous.