Part 781: Brady C

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Something wrong, Brady?

Yeah, I took a jab from a spear in the last battle. Hurts like the dickens. Don't suppose you've got some secret taguel wonder medicine, eh?

I do, actually. Well, it's not taguel, but it's good stuff regardless.

And it really works? You ain't yankin' ol' Bradu's chain here, yeah?

It works like a charm, though it smells like rotten socks. Then again, it's a secret recipe- so rotten socks may actually be an ingredient!

I'll chug soiled undies if it makes this pain go away. Thanks, rabbit! *Glug, glug, glug*

Well? How's it feel?

...Sweet thunder! I can see the wound sewin' shut before my very eyes!

Well, if you ever need more, come see me. Nobody's better stocked on medicine than a hypochondriac. Oh, and be sure to get plenty of rest, too. Maybe take it easy today?

No can do. We got training exercises after this, remember?

Training or no, I'm not a huge fan of any activity where people swing sharp things at me.

That's how accidents happen! Horrible, face-peeling accidents... And the fact that it's mostly safe also means it's slightly deadly! As the last of the taguel, I can't afford to risk it.

If you go into battle without training at all, it'll be a lot more than slightly deadly! Now, c'mon! Stop flappin' yer gums and start movin' yer legs!

H-hey, wait! I told you, I'm not... HEY! Let go! Unhand me, brute!