When Corrus entered the guest house near the end of the road, he didn’t pay much attention to the room which was dark and only lit by some candles. The guards left him at the door and only when he closed it and walked to the table in the middle of the room he saw that someone was there with him. He looked up at Magus Yanis who was sitting on a wooden rack with a book in his hands.
“What happened?” Yanis asked when he saw the blood on the warrior’s face. Corrus slowly sat on a chair and finally felt the pain in his jaw; must have been hit harder than he thought. He didn’t even wonder why the wizard was here. “Ugh…nothing. Just someone disrespecting me.”
The wizard put his book aside and walked up to the table, closely watching the man who was sitting on the chair with his arms leaning on the table and his head tilted. “Let me see it,” he said. Corrus looked up. It was obvious that he was drunk but Yanis said nothing.
“It’s just a scratch.” Yet he flinched when Magus Yanis touched his head trying to get a better look. The wizard shook his head. “Let me help you, this needs to be cleaned.”
Corrus gave in and leaned back at the chair, so that the wizard could watch the wound. But he wasn’t very pleased about it, he felt more like going to sleep. Magus Yanis left and soon after returned with a bowl of water. “I’m just gonna wash this ‘scratch’.”
Corrus looked at him. “Well do it quickly then.” The wizard took the wet piece of cloth and started to clean the mouth and chin from dried blood. It was nothing but a small wound inside the mouth from his teeth. “Why are you doing this?”
Corrus opened his eyes and looked up. “What?” Yanis thought about an answer which would be appropriate enough. “Your will to do anything to hurt yourself. And you also make others worry.”
Corrus almost rolled his eyes and made a small grunt before closing them. “Are you here to reach into my conscience, wizard? Cause it won’t have no use.”
Magus Yanis stopped cleaning the wound and slowly put away the bowl and cloth. He couldn’t hide his frustration about the warrior’s words, but he had to accept it. “I got an invite from my old mentor to visit him here in Tarif. He said it would be a very important reason for me.” Yanis walked away from the table and grabbed the book he had read. “And they want to send me to Sarma Outpost.”
Corrus didn’t answer right away, he just looked at the wizard standing there. Going to Sarma Outpost was a great achievement for sure. “You should go then. Why are you telling me this?”
Magus Yanis moved around to look at him. “Because I consider you my friend.” He then left the room and the guest house, and Corrus had time to think about these words.
Another mini fic prompt: 20 for Durill Hawke/Fenris? 😄💖