Well, this had been an odd hour for a fight, hadn't it?
It was still quite light out. Clubs were always a bit gloomy on the inside, but still, one didn't expect such a rowdy donnybrook to break out when the sun was still outside. Still, somehow it had, and Ken had had to step in to sort things out.
He pressed the ruined handkercheif to his nose. Still bleeding. Probably broken. Well, he wasn't so banged-up he couldn't walk himself down to the nearest clinic. Nabias seemed to be overflowing with doctors nowadays. What drew them here, he wondered? Weather? Ten months out of twelve, it was warm in Nabias, and the other two were bearably brisk. Must have made good weather for treating patients.
Ah, here was the clinic. Hopefully, the doctors wouldn't mind him dripping all over their nice clean carpet.
He suddenly felt a twinge in his leg as he passed over the threshold. That scar was long and deep...
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