Amputation
"There you go, Professor! All better now."
Alfyn grinned as he put all his medicine and bandages away. They'd just arrived in Duskbarrow, and they'd gotten into a few fights along the way. Cyrus had gotten a pretty big cut on his arm during the last one, and Alfyn had just finished patching him up.
"Why thank you, Alfyn," he said as he rolled down his sleeve. "I say, that was quite clumsy of me, wasn't it?"
"Hey now, it happens to the best of us! Still, you're pretty lucky." Alfyn nodded. "I've seen Ratking injuries get really infected if you don't get them taken care of! One guy I knew who got one had to get his leg amputated."
He absently patted his axe as if to emphasize the point. Cyrus blinked, then glanced up at him.
"Er, correct me if I'm wrong, Alfyn, but I don't believe axes make for good amputation implements."
"No, they do! They definitely do."
...Maybe Cyrus really was lucky after all, he thought with a shudder.