"My boy," I respond, laughing, "you have done well in this. Why, based on the character I've seen in the extraordinary youth of this city, I should never fear for its future. Of course, I will see to our wounded friend. Asylum is not my purview. I will mention it to my master and he will make that decision. Give me their location."
Quanire does so, relief flooding his features. "Oh, thank you, Mas...erm...Kurgen."
I smile at the lad. "Now, I'm afraid we don't have much in your size," I say, nodding to his filthy clothes, "but we'll see what we can do about getting you clean and some food in your belly. When you are attended to, remember, you are here to tend these guardsmen. I have worked hard to develop a rapport with them, so I ask that you treat them well and reflect well on myself and, above all, your Lady. It will make all things easier in the future. When I return, you can help me find my friend." I see him tended to, leave a message with Njalla for Baldir, and strike out to "get supplies."