[littl3chocobo]

zosa laid there silently, he supposed he should have acted approriatly for the situation but he was unused to actual pain and the book did not force him so he figured it could be gotten away with. he waited until it was done then from his other pocket side he pulled a small bag of coins, he did not count for he knew there was enough and the drunken healer did not check. the elder wandered away again into the crowed outside of the ally. zosa scooched himself up against a wall and felt his arm, there was no more pain of course but a soothing coolness where the ointment was placed. he flexed the fingers of the once damaged appendage and sighed. he needed to be more careful, if the story got away from him again it could be his lord who might get hurt and that was no good at all. he needed to be more diligent.