Chapter 42

The first thing I did was set up the priest's bed so that my patient would be comfortable. Miurian's living quarters were a simple one bedroom with a closet holding a magically plumbed toilet and sink (queue instant jealousy on my part). The toilet was as extravagant as it got, though, as everything else was modest. He had many drawings pinned to his walls and a bookshelf stuffed to the gills, though the books looked a little worse for wear.

While I laid the noble man down and folded up a thick towel under his arm, all while under the watchful gaze of his knight, Gus and Miurian set about sanitizing a small knife the knight had offered from his boot with alcohol and the flame of a candle.

"I got to tell you, sir, I'm endlessly impressed by your manliness. I said I'm going to cut into you and you're not nervous or anything."

He gave me a smile. "I'm simply used to pain."