A Rest at Nightfall (Things Left Hidden)

Tekun Valos stood to his feet and made his way over. He was the next on the list, or at least that was what he had expected. "I suppose that makes it my turn then hm?" The Immortal Soldier would walk behind the cloth barrier to meet with the yordle from before. Perhaps here he could clear the air with him?

Tekun’s gaze was fixated on the smaller creature. First he removed cloak and vest, the vest of which was placed to the side and made an audible CLUNK as it hit the ground despite being placed gently. Then boots, followed by socks, shirt and pants. As instructed he stripped down to the minimum. It was expected that the Freljordian would have his share of scars beyond what was on his face and arms but how many likely exceeded the yordle’s expectations.

Many smaller ones of various lengths ran his body and backside that ranged in a variety of depths, from deep to shallow, that came in several flavors, burns and cuts. The most severe of which was what looked to be a searing that ran across his chest, a ring scar that ran around his left biscep, one by his throat with a matching one that seemed to be reminiscent of an exit wound and a similar one near his abdominal. The Immortal Soldier was comparable to an amateur’s cutting board that had seen several decades of practice. His body was also in prime condition, minus the scars.

Silently, Tekun waited for his next instructions.

Tekun sat upon the bed as he had been instructed. Stuttering again, he could have expected as much but he dismissed it. His gaze never once left as he went through and examined some of his more serious scars. He extended his arm and allowed his blood to be taken.

The device clattered to the ground and Ron stepped back, perhaps a cautionary step. "You should be more careful with your medical equipment. I'm sure it's pricey and I'd hate to see you break it." He paused. "I promise you, before you took that test your equipment was working."

Tekun held a light smile upon his face, the corner upturning only slightly as he looked down upon the Yordle. "I can't say. But it runs through me and is a part of me."

As if on call, the scarring upon his body a lit with a soft glowing light that was not unlike Xerath, a blue glow held beneath the surface of his skin that was held for a moment and then faded just as quickly.

"Rune magic is dangerous and using it wantonly can have unexpected results upon people. Is it so hard to believe I was one of the rare cases who were lucky?" He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. "These things happen. I cannot tell you why, but they happen."

Leona glanced away from the pauldron she was examining to take a brief look around. There was time to ask questions and, hopefully, receive answers now. She thought back, and the Demacian soldier that bowed to her came to mind.
"You are a Demacian soldier, correct?" she asked, locking eyes with him so that he would know that he was the one being asked.

James looked up as Leona addressed him, closing his sketchbook and standing up at attention, albeit a loose one. "Yes, I am. My name is James, though." He went back to being at ease after a moment, looking Leona steadily in the eyes. "It's an honor to meet you in person, Leona."

Leona was amused by James' response. She was, of course, used to it, but seeing someone who was not Rakkor or Solari give such a response was slightly out of the norm. She remained seated and gestured for him to seat himself.
"There is no need to stand at attention. Seat yourself." Leona said, perhaps slightly more authoritatively than she intended, but it was still an invitation, not an order.