"My friend, do tell me such things!"
The half-orc looked quizically at him."Tis but a flesh wound!" He said as Beranhond looked at the bolt in his back."It is more than that." He took out his medical knife and a length of leather. "Now, this might hurt a bit, so bite down on this." He handed the leather to Thjodolf who put it into his mouth.
Beranhond moved the knife over and gently cut around the bolt; Thjodolf made no sound, though he clenched firmly on the leather. Once a small gash had been made, Beranhond carefully turned the shaft and deftly removed the fishook bolt from his skin.
"All out." Beranhond put his knife away and took a length of line out and begin to stitch up the small wound. After a moment, he had the wound closed and he begin to put away all his medical equipment. He reached into his backpack and pulled out the healing potion (that was not given to Nym) and handed to Thjodolf to drink.
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