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[Gilsworthy]

Gil waved his hands in front of his face, "No, no, that was my fault, I can get pretty reckless at times, I wasn't thinking." he said all in a rush, then let out a sigh. "I forget everyone else hasn't- ah, well, at least you're still alive." he chuckled, holding out a hand and helping Protégé up. "I can tell you there are much more safe ways to get down, but while landing in a trash pile is better than solid ground it's not the cleanest way to cushion your fall. Come on, i'm sure that leg will be right as rain by the time we get to the Warrior Barracks."

Realizing he was getting ahead of himself, the thief elaborated, "Uh, that is, if you're up for a bit of training. I've been using daggers so long maybe I could try a sword on for size. What do you say?"

[Protégé]

Standing up shakily, Protégé ran his hand up and down his leg, feeling for cracks or fractures in the bone. Feeling none, he grinned. No dislocations, no problems. He was fine, it just hurt. Pain was bearable once you get over the initial shock. Pulling his spear out from behind his back, Protégé shook his head. "It wasn't your fault mate. If I had taken time to think, I probably wouldn't have done it. I mgiht have thought of a different way, but I wouldn't have been as brave. Sometimes bravery and recklessness are better than the caution. It's worth the pain."

Motioning down the alley with his spear, Protégé said, "I'm always up for a bit of training. And you can try on a sword. Learning different strategies is always good for you." Swapping the spear to his other hand, he used it as a crutch to help him along. His leg shoould be better when he was at the barracks.

[Gilsworthy]

"We can take the less scenic route" joked Gil, walking slower to stay alongside him. His mind went briefly back to the rather nice hand knife he'd left way back in that alley, and mourned silently for the loss. That had been good steel.. well, no matter. It was well enough for him to lose a knife and gain a friend.