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        <![CDATA[ Another five coppers was handed to the young man in exchange for a fresh mug. The service wasn&#39;t as fast as it would have been if he was inside of a pub,
but the man always came quickly with replacements. It was the least the man could do after Milton healed his fishing wound, as it happened he had lost his
money. Milton knew he probably never had any all along.


This way, Milton got his payment for his work, and the man got the change from the drinks.


And Milton didn&#39;t have to... ]]>
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			<description><![CDATA[ The boy&#39;s thoughtless rub to remove the blood made Milton smile. Too many others would have used a hanky in attempt to keep it from getting on their fine
clothes, or even stay on their body. For him the replaceable patch of cloth on his robes was perfect; it kept your hands clean and let all the different
patients collect on one spot. Even now his hands rubbed onto the patch automatically, though the only blood was his own.
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The cough itself wasn&#39;t something to worry for. If... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Liar coughed, a little bit of blood finding its way into his spit.  He turned to the side and spit it out, a trickle of red dribbling down afterward.  The
thief pulled his arm up and wiped it away, replacing the arm back too his side.
<br>
<br>
The pain wasn&#39;t very bad anymore.  In fact, he could probably move around now.
<br>
<br>
The thief sat up and looked around at everything around him to stretch his neck.  He really didn&#39;t see anything interesting, but he felt pretty good, even... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Listening fully, Milton knew right away who he was talking about. There was only one woman who made others around her protect her; even the most evil, such as
vampires. The plant verified it all. To think that, he had asked someone like her for blood once, and she could mess with the mind to that extent.
<br>
<br>
Hurting his body was one thing, but the mind was his, and there was no way to heal damage there.
<br>
<br>
Nodding at all the information, Milton asked no more questions. He knew... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Hrm. He was asking more questions about her. No problem, he didn&#39;t mind telling.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Well... no. I&#39;m pretty sure she didn&#39;t touch me. In fact, I wasn&#39;t the one who brought her off the wall. My teacher did. As for giving me
hallucinations, I don&#39;t know any way of how she could have, unless that plant of hers could have put something in the air that made me go bonkers.&quot; He
relaxed a bit and wondered more about it. That seemed the only viable solution to this... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Milton enjoyed a heartfull laugh at the boy&#39;s joke. It wasn&#39;t often he laughed with such strength, usually it&#39;d get him kicked out of the pub for
laughing when no one else did. But it was impossible not to laugh along with this boy.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Yes, everyone steals from the healers.&quot; But there were other ways to make them pay, of course. For a thief, Lars was well dressed, and had taken
women down from walls. He wasn&#39;t curious how that worked out, but it warned him... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ No one paid him? Liar laughed at hearing this.
<br>
<br>
&quot;And people call ME a thief. They expect you to heal for free?&quot;
<br>
<br>
He laughed again, grinning once he was done. Looking at Milton, he collected himself for the next question, his ever-present grin burning itself into the
healer.
<br>
<br>
&quot;So, what do you expect from me? Or did you already take it with your little experiment?&quot; The thief really wondered. He was still at the mercy of the
healer, and didn&#39;t... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Oh yes, he had fun with it many times. There was never a problem in finding something to do with his powers. He&#39;d even gone as far as to link to a
bar-woman while other patrons slapped her behind, leaving them to wonder while their rude action didn&#39;t gather her attention. His large grin told of just
how much fun it was to feel it.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Because no one approves I extract payment from my patients elsewhere.&quot; Even if it was money, all healers were expected to work for... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ As Milton worked, Liar felt the pain ebb away. His ribs only hurt because they were bruised from having been broken. Since they began to reconnect and fix
themselves, they were no longer broken and therefore he didn&#39;t feel as much pain in himself. It was a little disappointing, but he did need to get fixed
up, so he was fine with it.
<br>
<br>
However, he thought the pain would at least stay for a bit.
<br>
<br>
&quot;It&#39;s... interesting,&quot; he commented. &quot;I&#39;m sure... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Milton began to mend his arm while the boy thrashed about, grinning in the joy that it worked. With as slow as Lars was, Milton rushed to heal himself before
the distance was too much for the connection. He even tried to pull the boy&#39;s strength to the wound on his arm.
<br>
<br>
Pinching his the slice closed, the skin sealed over the now healed tissue, a line of a scar blending in with the others. He took the boy&#39;s comment on the
pain as a complement for his success. This was a great... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Liar watched as Milton began to work. The boy had no idea what Milton was doing, or why he seemed so interested.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Well, you know... I don&#39;t really have a choice, do I?&quot; Liar grinned ever more at the healer, his inability to move only making him giggle
lightly.
<br>
<br>
After he was done the healer had placed the glass shard to his own arm, and drug it across. Liar screamed as he felt it gash across the same place on his own
body, Milton likely not feeling anything.... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 23:48:54 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Milton grunted at the boy&#39;s words, the sound both to agree to being a healer and reaction to the demand. With Liar enjoying the wound so much however, he
didn&#39;t respond right away. Besides, the pain needed to stay for now.
<br>
<br>
Letting his hands air dry, he listened to the boy&#39;s story, paying close attention to how his eyes responded; looking more for reactions to the poison than
for honesty. Wither it was the truth, or if it made since, there was no specific reason why he... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ The boy said nothing. He was just watching the healer&#39;s movements to make sure he wouldn&#39;t try anything funny.
<br>
<br>
&quot;It&#39;s yours.&quot;
<br>
<br>
Liar felt the last third of the pain rush back to him in an instant. It was so satisfying and interesting to feel something like this... an instant onset of
natural pain that wasn&#39;t caused by something, but it really was already there. It was euphoric.
<br>
<br>
The boy&#39;s body tensed lightly. He was enjoying it, maybe a... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ He let the boy talk, not having much to say to Lars&#39; defense. Either way he pulled his knife out, holding it in front of the boy. &quot;If you squirm when
I fix your ribs, I&#39;ll have to go inside to fix it. But if you don&#39;t like glass, I&#39;ll use this on you.&quot;
<br>
<br>
It was too bad the boy was more conscious than he first thought. If it wasn&#39;t for that, Milton could have experimented and learned more from the injury.
&quot;As for the pain,&quot; he gave it back,... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ &quot;Taken? Right, because I need drugs,&quot; retorted the boy sarcastically. He felt some of the pain wash away. &quot;Why is the pain coming and going so
much? Usually when I hurt it&#39;s good because it&#39;s always there, but you&#39;re kind of ruining it.&quot; The boy&#39;s mouth extended widely now with
realization of what he said, and turned his head to Milton.
<br>
<br>
&quot;I&#39;m...&quot; he paused.
<br>
<br>
&quot;I&#39;m Lars,&quot; he said quite truthfully. Wait, he just... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ The young man stood off to the side, Milton beckoned him forward and took the mug before shooing him off. After dipping his hands one at a time in the glass to
clean them, ignoring the boy&#39;s pain.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Milton.&quot; He grinned, showing stained teeth on one side. &quot;What have you taken?&quot;
<br>
<br>
The healer took a third of the boy&#39;s pain, only to insure the answer wasn&#39;t affected. Meanwhile he slammed the mug against the tree, picking up a
larger shard. Just in... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ &quot;Guuuuh!&quot; Liar hollered as Milton did his work. It hurt a lot, and he knew what was going on. He was too groggy to do anything though. The pain...
and... the girl?
<br>
<br>
Odd. He could&#39;ve sworn he had something to do.
<br>
<br>
Maybe not.
<br>
<br>
Suddenly, he found himself on his back, the pain returned. Liar grunted when it came back full force, and he felt ridiculous for worrying about some girl at a
moment like this.
<br>
<br>
Worry?
<br>
<br>
He wasn&#39;t worried.... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Milton laughed without merit at the boy&#39;s state. The waving hand and body signs suggested that the young one was taking unhealthy hallucinogens. Though he
doubted there was much he could do about that, he prodded in search of what caused the pain in the boy&#39;s sides.
<br>
<br>
Pushing through the skin at the cracks in the ribs, Milton grunted as he confirmed it wasn&#39;t splintered. That was good, it meant he could work easily
without having to cut the boy&#39;s side open. A simple... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ The thief responded lightly to the poking; he woke up and coughed. For a moment, the thief tried to get up; he found that a couple of ribs had broken and could
not. He then tried to at least roll over, to do something but leave his back in a vulnerable position, but he was stuck on his belly with a side view of
nothing.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Ughhh... ow...&quot; Liar closed his eyes. He couldn&#39;t do anything, and he either had to wait for himself to stop hurting or for this guy to help
him.... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ The sunlight came and went through his eyelids, forcing him awake slightly. Glancing around he was disappointed not to see the young man. At first he thought
that the man had passed out beside him, but, there was no mug nor scar on his face.
<br>
<br>
Groaning, Milton helped himself up with the aid of the tree, poking at the sleeping boy&#39;s side.
<br>
<br>
Response or not, Milton would crouch down and check temperature, heart, and breath rate as he looked to see if there were wounds or any... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ The trees above Milton suddenly rustled maniacally and a figure fell down from them to land just in front of the healer.
<br>
<br>
&quot;Unnffffffffff!&quot; The air got knocked out of the boy who fell. His sooty grey robes did nothing to blend into the scenery and the whole body laying
there was a sore sight. The thief looked up to see the man before him, his hand scrabbling left and right to try to get his attention. Before he could make any
audible noises, he passed out from the pain, just... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ Another five coppers was handed to the young man in exchange for a fresh mug. The service wasn&#39;t as fast as it would have been if he was inside of a pub,
but the man always came quickly with replacements. It was the least the man could do after Milton healed his fishing wound, as it happened he had lost his
money. Milton knew he probably never had any all along.
<br>
<br>
This way, Milton got his payment for his work, and the man got the change from the drinks.
<br>
<br>
And Milton... ]]></description>

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