[Nexus] Outside XXVII

[Murkus]

Hermitage of Dalechrech - Percival

"Mm. Sounds adequate." Percy says, stepping into his room and not bothering to shut the door. "Close that, will you?" Still polite, even when giving orders.

The demonazi takes a seat on his bed - the only real seating at the moment - and removes his coat. Once the heavy leather garment is set aside, he holds out his arm, looking at Eericka expectantly.

It looks like he's just as red all over his body. Seven seperate scars rest on his stomach and back. Bullet holes, it would seem, each one passed clean through. One looks like it should've severed his spine. Of course, the real concern is the stitches running a ring around his bicep.