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[Carthrat]

"Excuse me, young priest. Could I trouble you for some healing?" asks Salvius, politely.

[Sunhawk]

OCC: Sorry, network down for a couple days.

Bran slumps against the wall for a moment to catch his breath and then goes to look for a priest to heal the knife wound in his back.

[Corwin]

Cedric goes to his room, hoping to tend to his wounds and change into clean clothes, before seeking out the owner of the inn. He pays her 300gp for a month's stay, and returns to his room to rest.

[Dracos]

Bran realizes he is in a temple, and there are plenty of priests within getting help distance to ask.

The acolyte looked over Salvius and nodded, "Oh certainly servant of Mars."  The acolyte chanted a short prayer to mars, holding his hands up towards Salvius.  Salvius felt his wounds close as the acolyte finished his prayer.

Dracos
OOC: you recover 12 hp.

[Carthrat]

Salvius nods his thanks to the priest, before returning to the head priest; "Is there anything I can do to help?"

[Sunhawk]

Bran grabs a passing acolyte and asks for directions to the hospice (or the equivalent area of the temple), then makes his way there to get healed.

[Dracos]

"Yes, you can.  Bring this to the Imperial Halls immediately."

The high priest handed Salvius a sealed scroll he'd just finished.

Dracos

[Dracos]

The acolyte looks at Bran strangely and says, "I can heal you for ten gold."

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"Yes!" replies Salvius, taking the scroll, bowing, and.. "Er, how do you get there again?"

[Dracos]

"You...oh, wait, you've been in the arenas for a while haven't you?  Head down the road and keep going.  It's on the left.  You'll recognize it.  Now get moving."

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Salvius does so, going in the aforementioned direction..

[Dracos]

And Salvius arrived...his breath momentarily taken away by the gigantic roman building before him, a dozen guards out front dressed in polished Roman Legionaire garb.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"Huh. Praetorians. Arrogant bastards," thinks Salvius, marching boldy towards the front door, expecting to either be stopped by a guard or to find reception..

[Dracos]

And stopped he was, by a broad shouldered guard, "State your business."

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"I have a message from the High Priest of Mars," replies Salvius, presenting the seal.