(3rd-Person Narrator: Roaring Thunder)
Roaring Thunder was stunned when he noticed what was in front of him was still living. It was obvious that any undead of any level or class would never be intelligent nor developed enough to speak in the tongue of Logos. So he stopped his fist an inch away from the stranger’s head, quickly reached within his survival pouch that all Aurea carried with them, and brought out his gourd of water.
Roaring Thunder then took out its stopper and bent down to hydrate this poor, feeble person. They could have a few mouthfuls at least. Roaring Thunder felt ashamed of his actions. He quickly called for assistance:
(Roaring Thunder) “Quick Foot! Grab Cleansing Hand and his associates! I need medical attention for this fellow human!”
And quick of foot he was, as the man with that name sped off faster than an eye could ever see with our limited kinetic vision.
(Roaring Thunder) “Dearest stranger! I have wronged you and was harshly indignant to your plight! Tell me, how have you suffered so?”
Roaring Thunder inquired, to the person whose head was wrapped in his arms.
(???) “Beware…”
Uttered the stranger, in a low voice. They coughed up the water and flecks of blood sprayed across Roaring Thunder’s face. Their breath stayed ragged and rough as if an anvil was stuck on top of their chest.
(Roaring Thunder) “Please stop! You are too ill of health to speak. I deeply apologize for being so inquisitive of you in your current state of health! Wait until our medical practitioners come to care for you!”
Roaring Thunder boomed back. The eardrums of the stranger clearly suffered from the volume of his voice, as their face scrunched up.
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Even I cringed at the loudness of this dolt- Erm, I mean…
*cough* *cough*
Ahem.
The stranger struggled to speak again between their coughing fits, but Roaring Thunder’s meaty paw laid a large finger across their lips.
(Roaring Thunder) “Hush, young one. We still must ensure your recovery. Please, allow me to continue hydrating your exhausted self…”
Without the permission of the person in question, Roaring Thunder shoved his gourd into their protesting mouth. Gurgling noises of objection arose but were unheeded in the face of our hulking mayor… The abuse of his patient forced them into a state of unconsciousness, as Roaring Thunder unknowingly violated their means of consent. Rape much?
*COUGH* *COUGH*
Ahem.
This idiotic nincompoop only realized his mistake with the arrival of Cleansing Hand... and Quick Foot’s drop kick smashing his skull into the ground. Quick Foot’s reasoning, however, was from the noises of discontent uttered by the stranger. He misunderstood the situation as Roaring Thunder taking advantage of an opportunity. No one else would know about this… Except me… Ehuehe!
*cough* *cough* !COUGH!
Ahem.
I was just kidding...
Of course, Roaring Thunder apologized to the stranger again for his rash behavior, but only was talking to a body in a vegetative state. They had not recovered much due to his rough care. Quick Foot used this as his excuse to not explain his actions, and therefore conceal his embarrassment from Roaring Thunder. However, it would make a great story to spread later, as Quick Foot discovered, once he pulled himself together and came out with the truth.
Cleansing Hand had to smack Roaring Thunder upside the head to knock some sense into him. For now, this mysterious stranger would be put into intensive care thanks to the... mishandling of procedures Roaring Thunder flopped up. Roaring Thunder was seriously regretting his actions…
His wife, upon hearing her husband’s blunders, further scolded him during their nightly discussions. Our lovable, but now depressed, man-beast Roaring Thunder could not catch a break.