“Why, did he kidnap you?” Osbert asked. “I was clubbed over the head by one of his thugs while I was farming.”
“I’m sure that’s how all you young’uns were snatched,” Avery said. “Half of us - we were caught on the battlefield.” He shifted, and Dael saw him wince.
“Where are you hurt?” Dael asked.
Avery shrugged. “Just a scratch.”
“I always had a good hand for a mend,” Dael said. “Let me have a look?”
“If you like.” Avery was stoic as Dael studied the gash.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“You can’t be any worse than them.”
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