Whitewater Gorge I will make you bleed

Virion spoke and his follower listened. Oh how sweet the taste, to see another bowing at his feet; metaphorically speaking, of course.. but it was the same nonetheless.

Your wounds need healing. The man of pale coat heard these words and wished to scoff; though, he could not deny the truth behind them. But the suggestion that Ryzhov be the one to do so? Now that made him want to laugh. Such wasn't a man's job. It was a woman's. And so, he would find a woman to do it.

Virion let his thoughts be known. A heavy scowl appeared upon his facade. No soldier of mine will stoop to tending wounds. You will indeed search for recruits; and meanwhile, I will set sights for a healer. When I am readily able to travel, I will come for you. Silence was then waited within, an expecting gaze waiting for Ryzhov's response.