When Lucky stumbled into the infirmary, Isha still doubled over behind him laughing like a loon, he was a sight to behold. Blood seeping from where part of his shoulder and arm had been bitten into by the massive worm, guts from said worm dripping all over him, and the overall enraged expression on his face as he shook from both cold and rage.

Needless to say that when Elwin saw him he immediately had him on a bed and out of his cloak, cravat, upper clothes, and armor to check the wounds.

Isha slowly caught his breath, unfolding from where he was clutching his stomach and wiping one last tear from his eye as he sighed.

"Still can't believe you got this fucked up by one little Frost Worm. I used to ride those things at carnivals when I was a kid!" Isha said as he settled himself in one of the chairs across from the bed, eyes closed as he chuckled one last time.

Then he got a good look at Lucky, a cloth stained with a flesh toned makeup in his hand, and he realized how bad off he truly was.

What first drew his eye was the massive scar that took up most of his torso. A starburst of maroon, rough looking skin that covered from the middle of his chest down to the middle of his stomach. It looked like he had jumped on a firebomb, or that Pembede had slammed a large flaming fist into him some time ago.

Then he saw the jagged scar across his face, like someone had tried to take the top of his head off with a hacksaw. Gods, what did someone go through to earn a scar like that? It was jagged, like it had taken several swings to try and cut through the cartilage before stopping. It made Isha think of those veteran soldiers he had seen, battle fatigued and numb to the world around them, living from one battlefield to the other if they lived at all.

Then the surgical looking scar around the base of his neck, like someone had taken a scalpel and tried to cut his throat with it.

How the hell did he get all of these scars? Isha thought, eyebrows pushed together worriedly. I thought he was a thug before all this Vanator business, not a soldier.

Then he saw the scars on Lucky's arm. 8 long lines stretching from his right wrist to his elbow on the inside. Those scars...Isha had seen those scars before.

Averting his eyes, Isha watched as Elwin berated Lucky and stitched the wounds closed before casting a few low grade spells to accelerate the healing. The wounds looked angry. Red swollen marks, a crescent of which went up Lucky's shoulder.

"That makes the third most traumatic thing I've ever been through." Lucky deadpanned as he went to work putting his clothes into his rucksack. They'd need to be washed for sure.

"So, you used to ride Frost Worms at carnivals huh?"