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Life in Camp Shady Fuckers

WHO: Everyone living in or visiting the Warden camp
WHAT: Just some low-key action-spammy stuff for a bunch of sketchy losers who got tossed into the camp for sketchy losers. And the people who come to hang out because sketchy losers are the coolest losers.
WHEN: Vaguely stretching around Cloudreach?? Nothing is set in stone, time is an illusion
WHERE: ~~Camp Shady Fuckers~~ The Warden camp
NOTES: Just throw whatever warnings necessary in the heads of your threads

Just throw opens or whatever up this is a low-key general mingly kinda thing for hanging out and shouting at each other. Feel free to interrupt other threads or whatever and idk man this is basically like a network post but in real life.

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There's a hubbub around someone coming into camp and Anders glances up from where he's stacking leaves on a slumbering kitten only to do a double take and get up. There's no way, but apparently there is.

He stops wasting his time staring and wondering how, tucks the stirring cat into her pouch, and makes his way over, already assessing what injuries he sees as he threads through people.

"Right. Let's get you seated and see to some of this, shall we? Then you can tell your adoring public the riveting tale of your heroic return." There's a little smile on his face. They'd not left Herc behind to die after all. That's a nice change from the usual.

"Good to see you, too." It's genuine, for all that Herc gives Anders a slightly crooked smile. The man seems to be in better spirits than last they spoke. That's good. Herc himself feels diminished, quiet, like he's retreated inward a little to deal with the reality of what was unfolding around him.

He moves forward, stiff and sore, shoulders rigid and awkward. "Don't take this the wrong way," he starts, heading for the seat, "but if you can do it without magic, I'd prefer it."

Prefer it, like he didn't see all kinds of terrible things done with magic this past month, and as if it hadn't made his skin crawl. There's no heat in it, no accusation or disgust, just-- he needs a break from seeing magic, for a bit.

Anders frowns, but it's more considering than anything else. The disclaimer had helped.

"I'll do what I can without. Your arm looks wrong and I can't repair that with conventional means. But the rest... Tell me how you're feeling, what's hurting where, and I'll see what I can do."

He gestures Herc to one of the benches near the fireplace while starting to fish through his side pouch and see what he has as far as basic supplies. They're not things he tends to keep a lot of with him while in camp.

"I reckon it'll need re-breaking," Herc murmurs, voice rough, but it's a tone of agreement all the same. He's really looking forward to that.

Still, he manages to move towards the bench, limbs stiff and uncomfortable, and he grits his teeth as he sits, tension jerking up his legs and his back and threatening to make him lock right up.

"Had a headache for as long as I can remember, feels like." A moment, actually taking stock of what he's feeling after doing his best to just not and keep going, and so he can give Anders something more helpful than everything, doc. "Shoulders feel like they're all locked up. Back's the worst, I think, maybe more than my arm."

Normally a joke about please skipping the old comments would come up here, but it doesn't this time. He's too tired for it.

Head first, then. Anders carefully examines Herc's skull, touching, pressing, and finding nothing serious. Some bumps, certainly, but no breaks. From there he works down the man's shoulders and spine, probing with his fingers lightly.

"I can give you something for the headache. I'm actually leaning toward the root that will relieve more pain but make you groggy; you'll need rest. Your call, though." Herc is the senior Warden. He may feel some misguided duty to catch up before sleeping, as if anything can be done with a weary mind. Anders knows the judgment is hypocritical and doesn't care. He's not the patient here.

"As far as back and shoulders, the good news is that you've no serious injuries. I've a rub that you or someone of your choosing can work into them that will ease the pain and stiffness to a point."

Anders stops with the exam and exhales, pulling what he's suggested out and offering a small jar as well as two lengths of different dried root. "More pain relief, groggy, less pain relief, no grogginess," he says as he points them out. "When you've... When you're, if you're ready for magic later, I'll see to your arm and I can do more for the muscles and joints. Until then, the rub, hot springs, and keeping moving will help."

A beat. "And I'm glad to see you've returned. Perhaps I should have said that sooner." He has a habit of fixating on problems, though, especially health problems.

"Got anything that'll knock me right out?" It's not what a leader should say, but he's not sure he counts for much of a leader (make-shift as he was) right now. "Bein' drowsy someplace new right now, that doesn't seem like a good idea." Not when he's fresh out of a dungeon. "But I'd take sleeping for a long while, if you can do it."

He needs to do more, admittedly, but there's always more, and he needs to be able to think straight before he goes and gives any kind of report. The Wardens are in poor enough grace as it is, and he doesn't totally trust himself.

"I'll take your help, if you don't mind." Medical man, and all. Seems smarter, when the only person who'd probably volunteer to rub anything on him is a high lady from Nevarra, and he isn't near stealthy enough to go scuttling in and out of her quarters unnoticed, right now. "As soon as I'm ready for the magic stuff, you'll be my first port of call. You've got my word on that." He just needs a little time.

At that, Herc exhales a quiet breath of a laugh. "Don't worry. I got the idea. How've you been?"

"I do." It's not something he generally offers, and not just because he doesn't think people want to have him around anything like that. He's a healer. It helps and it's needed sometimes. He tucks the roots back away and pulls out a small vial before pausing.

"This will knock you out rather quickly. Let's get you moved to one of the spare tents we've got assembled." Everything goes back into his belt pouch as he offers a shoulder and arm for Herc should the man want support on the way to a tent he's indicated by a nod.

"Then you'll have some privacy for the other, too, and the entire camp won't be talking about how I clearly couldn't wait to get my hands all over you." If Herc is trying to laugh, then by all means Anders can work with that. "And I've been well enough." Frankly, despite how stressed out he's been by the assaults, he's still alive, and he's found that he's among friends for the first time in quite a while. He could complain, but right now he's not feeling like it.

"It's not every day a Warden returns, after all."

"Sounds good," he agrees, because he's not sure either of them will do too well if Anders had to haul a suddenly passed out Herc about. He's not too proud to accept the help, either, and Herc moves over, grasping Anders' arm to steady himself.

Herc chuckles a little, finally, something that sounds more like a proper laugh. "Wouldn't blame you, honestly, handsome specimen like me." It's dry, because he looks like he's had a rough month (a rough few decades before looking worse than they used to, too.) "Good to know Wardens still like to keep themselves focused on the important stuff." Gossip, scandal, trading stories. "We're worse than a bleedin' knitting circle."

And all the more terrible, he was doubtful how many of them could knit if they tried.

"It's not," Herc agrees, appraising Anders a little. He suspects there's more to it, but he's not going to pry, and part of him isn't sure how up to hearing about bad things he is, right now. He'd been bad enough trying to lend an ear to Bethany when he hadn't really been up to it.

"Is there a group who doesn't talk like a knitting circle? At least mages have an excuse - there's little else to do when caged up." There will always be a little bitterness when he speaks of the Circles. He can't help it. But he doesn't sound actually upset right now, and that's some progress. After all, most of his focus is on helping a rather solid, somewhat smelly man to a tent.

Once there, Anders helps Herc to sit on a cot and nods to him. "Go ahead and get your shirt off, if you can. If you can't, I'll help undress you too, but don't spread it around that I'm doing that for free." Best to keep the jokes happening. Herc's in pain and he's going to be in more when getting the shirt off.

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