Soulchaser had gotten all the sleep he needed, and he really didn't need to stay in
the room , but if The Walker desired it, he would comply.
Sitting on the bed, Soulchaser reached into a satchel he allways carried with him.
Inside was a golden crusafix, a small flask of wine (for medicinal purposes only), a
sewing needle and some industrial strength thread, everything that a Guardian of
damned souls could need.
Taking the flask first, he unscrewed it and poured a bit onto the cut on his leg to
clean it. After taking a nip for himself, he crewed the top back on, put it back in
his satchel and taking out the needle and thread proceeded to close the wound. He
hadn't had to give himself this kind of first aid since the last time he faced the
Hunter. This was to be no easy task.
