Alibaba Saluja

[It's just after another raid (this one had gone a little awry, and Alibaba had actually been wounded), just after the induction of still more criminals into the Fog Troupe. More posturing from Alibaba has come and gone until he finally manages to get some privacy in the quiet of his own room to examine the injury. It isn't dire, isn't even bleeding. The problem is that his sword arm is broken, and he probably won't be able to hide it much longer. His arm is already swelling, after all, and it's the most he could do not to favor it even with the rush of adrenaline the raid had given him.

He prods it and hisses, contemplating the situation.]