Evan chuckled lightly, "I mean it depends on the wound I guess. Sure of it isn't that bad of a break then you can jus' bandage and strap it in place an' wait for it to heal. Some deeper wounds require magic to at least prevent long term injury."
“Ah guess yeh make some good points. Me point still stands, though!” Otto stood, head perking up at the sound of somebody calling his name. “Ah- one secon’, ‘van. Ah’ve go’ somethin’ ta do, apparently!” He ducked into the actual market stall itself, called in to deal with a particularly moody customer.
Evan smirked slightly, "Have fun!" He gave a two fingered salute and watched Otto disappear from view. He certainly was quite a character. He looked town when he felt a tug on his shirt and saw a little girl he knew standing there with a cut finger. He smiled and knelt down, ready to take care of it for her.
And then the shouting match ensued. A shrill woman with the voice of a keening banshee (without any of the grief), and the voice of an Esmenian man who, frankly, wasn’t in the mood to hear somebody haggle. Their words absolutely were not child-friendly, but at least Otto wasn’t matching the customer’s volume. He didn’t even try to keep a calm facade, one of his crewmates recognizing this and pulling him away from the situation.
Evan made sure to deal with the girl quickly, as the profanity coming from inside the was not something he wanted to expose her too at such a young age. She ran off with a happy giggle with her friends and he sighed, looking up when he heard Otto once again.
Otto got roughly shoved back to where he originally was with a sharp uff and a few final cusses. “Cranky ol’ bag.” He grumbled, sitting back down on the crate. “Tha lengths these people’ll go through ta be savin’ a bit’a coin!”
The medic looked over with a small smile and a nod, understanding completely what Otto meant, "Yeah, I feel you there. It sucks but 'ey, most of the people round 'ere are pretty nice and pay the right amount." He shrugged, "There's only a couple that are pre'y bad."
“Damn right it sooks! Cahn’t make any fookin’ coin if every bastard in this damned place tinks we’ll be runnin’ a bazaar!” Otto complained, droppjng back onto the crate and tugging lightly on one of his many earrings. “Better hope soo. Cahn’t stand this place already!”
(i’m making some light adjustments to how i transcribe otto’s accent, sorry about the inconsistency!)
(Lol, it’s all good!)
Evan pretended to be hurt, placing a han over his heart with a dramatic gasp, “‘ow dare you! This place is amazin’! Sure, it could do with some improvements and the fogs a lil’ annoyin’ and there’s some bastards ‘round ‘ere but other then that is great!”
Otto rolled his eyes, but he laughed. “Aw, com’on! Ah’m jus’ statin’ tha facts. I’s no’ me favorite.” He scratched at his knuckles, where dry, tough skin was beginning to crack. “Ah’m sure Ah’ll grow ta loove i’ too, but righ’now i’s a bonafide hell.”
Evan chuckle, resting his head against the pole that was behind him, "Aight aight, I see where you're comin' from. I was the same when I first moved 'ere. But 'ey, you get used to it. What exactly are you sellin'?"
“Animal pro’ucts. No tha meat or nuffin li’ tha’, we got tha pelts ‘n tha bones ‘n tha horns. Teeth. Stooff li’ tha’.” Otto picked at his rough, dulled-down nails. “Leather. Straigh’ from good ol’ Esmein.” He tossed his head in the direction of the sea. “Shipped righ’ on over.”
"What's it like there? Esmein, I mean," He asked, "It's one of the place I 'aven't been yet. I'm plannin' on goin' when I 'ave time or when I ain't needed round 'ere but I don't think that'll be for a while."
“Hot. Muggy. Can’ say Ah wear a shirt more’n half tha year.” Otto laughed, scratching at the scruff on his chin. “I’s no fer any man who can’ be holden’ his own in tha summer heat, tha’s fer damn sure.” He shrugged. “But win’ers are nice.”
"Ah, sounds like 'ome to me," Evan chuckled, "I'm from Sechil, see? Grew up there so hot is somethin' I can work with. Muggy on the other 'and… yeah, not so much." He sighed, "I still wanna go, though, you only live once, ya know?"
“Sechil! Beau’ful place! Been a coople times fer tradin’, always loved i’.” Otto sniffed, wiping his nose. “Bu’ yeh realtnshould be comin’ on down ta Esmein, Ah think i’s one of tha pretties’ bits o land Ah’ve ever seen.”
Evan hummed his agreement with a small nod, “Yeah, it is pretty. Hopefully one day soon I’ll be able to go. But hey, the work ‘ere is good so why leave when I know I’m better off stayin’ for a while.”
“Eh, true, true. Bu’ yeh can’t stay waitin’ fer tha ‘righ’ momen’, becoose none of ‘em are ever righ’. Eventually yeh’ll just need ta take tha step an’ pray ta th’ gods above it’ll work ou’ alrigh’ fer ya.” Otto grunted, pulling out a tiny knife to carefully trim away at his nails. “Ah was in th’ same boat once, believe it er no.”
He tilted his head to the side, curiosity lining his features, "Seriously? What did you do before ya know," He gestured to the stall behind Otto, "All of this. Travelin', seeing the world, meetin' new people, that sortta thing."
“Same ting, bu’ illegal. Was a pirate fer a good long while. No exactly tha best life plan, go’ out wi’ only a wee bit o trouble.” Otto scratched the back of his neck. “Jus’ had ta take th’ leap ‘n do it.” He sighed, laughing a little. “Luckily, tha boys don’ exactly give a fook aboot yer past.”
"Guess so," Evan sighed, "But again, doin' what you're doin' people don't really care about where you've come from so it doesn't matter. I'm way too weak to do what you do, definitely cut out for a life of medical I am."
“True enuff.” Otto snorted, looking Evander up and down at his remark. He was right- too scrawny for any kind of hard lifting. “Well, Ah’m sure yer good a’ wha’ yeh do. Good doc.” He finished trimming away at his nails with a sigh as he stashed the knife back away. “How’d yeh get into tha practice?”
Evander shrugged, crossing his hands over his chest and bringing his knees up a moment later, "Did a lo' o' readin' in my childhood, always loved the stories 'ealers and medics used to tell at the local markets, too. Pretty much started studyin' when I was sixteen so eleven years ago now. Guess I've always loved that sortta thing and been in'erested in it so why not make it my life?"