Welp, Dave figured he might as well get all the way in the room before John woke up the entire tower and brought everyone running in to see what was up. He slid into the room and noncommitally shrugged off John's concern. "Fell down some stairs. I'm fine."

He opened his trunk and dropped the two halves of his sword in, fishing around until he found the sewing kit. Then he closed his trunk again, and shrugged off his robe. The bloodstain and tear were really visible in his shirtsleeve.