The right tool for the job

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Crook Odillion
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The right tool for the job

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He could hear the whispering outside the door and then came another timid knock. "boss, you alright in there?"

O'Dillion sighed. The heat from the sauna combined with his loss of blood had made him a bit light headed, but he did answer this time. "I'm fine. Fetch Bugs." The whispers were louder this time, like an argument but he couldn't make out what was being said, then footsteps fading away.

When he opened his eyes again, Gnarlee was standing there on the bench next to him poking his tiny fingers inside of the massive "X" shaped cut on his chest. "please stop that."

"Sorry boss-man. What happened?"

"None of your business, just stitch me up."

"how about i just heal it?"

The boss shook his head lightly and the room spun. "no, no magic, just sew me up."

"That isn't really what i do boss, I-i, maybe we should get you over to Crippens. The heat and moisture is keeping your from clotting and.."

O'Dillion gave bugs a backhand, not very hard at all, more of a swat is all the strength he could muster. The blow still sent the little brownie reeling off balance. "i'm s...just sew me up please. Do your best."

The little shaman did try his best, but it was still sloppy work, and would leave a very visible scar. O'Dillion was on his feet and putting his clothes back on while Gnarlee fussed about overexertion and wrung his hands. "I don't understand the urgency. at least have some juice"

He thought about giving bugs the back of his hand again but settled for a throaty growl. "I have to find a shaman."

"you do know I'm a shaman, right?"

"No little one. this job requires a different tool. Tell the staff they can have the night off, and try to keep their rumors to a minimum."

"that won't be easy, half of them think you came back from the dead. The other half think you are dead, and just very active."

That brought out a chuckle from the big man and he winced at the pain in his chest. "Well let them have whispered stories."

Gnarlee was right though, as he left the casino every pair of eyes followed him across the lobby and into the night.
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