Akon's bloodied hand grasps the opening to the healers den's door. She is curled over, her other hand cluching her middle, wet with red liquid leeking down her armor. She barely manages to get out a few words, straining as she said. "Stay off....the roads...outside of the..walls..." She then collapses, eyes falling back into her head, and her body going limp.
Rivka was busy poking her head in the window of every building, looking for the sword Val-Tor, when Wyndfere's cry for help met her ears. Her chance to prove she was not just a nuisance!
Hurrying toward the healers den, the goblin stopped short when she saw the Ixifar, looking past him to Akon's limp for. "Rivka help? Rivka stop bleeding. Fix sheriff." Not waiting for a response, she strode boldly up to Akon as she grabbed a stack of bandages off a nearby shelf and pushed one to what appeared to be the largest wound. (Medicine) "Birdie boil water?" she asked as nicely as she could.
Without hesitation, Wyndfere grabs a cup of water on his bedside table and puts his hand under the cup [5 Fire], and the water begins to heat up and soon [5 fire] the water begins to boil gently.
He puts it out for the Goblin, winces, and says, "I think the poison hasn't entirely left my system. This is probably all I can do for you. And be careful not to spill it on her. It's terribly hot."
Ridlan was just walking by when he heard all the commotion and looked inside. "As much as it fills my heart with joy to see an injured uordeq" he said to himself under his breath "this is pretty worrying, shes one of the best fighters in this town" Than out loud to Rivka "We need to get her conscious and find out what happened before anyone else gets hurt, im no healer but is there anything i can do to help?"
Zanna strolls by the healers den readying for her daily search for the silver wolf. She then hears a commotion inside and desides to peer in. "Rhadama is everything ok-..?" Her voice trails off as she sees Akons blood stricken body on the den floor. "What happened?!" She says concerned and comes inside to kneel beside Akon with the most worried expression for her fallen comrade. "Rivka you can make her better, can't you?"
comming back from his morning hunt and doing his good deed for the day notices a blood trail that seems to go thru town. bends down and examines it. "It's fresh blood but NOT animal."i need to find who this belongs to and quick.. (Hunter's Sense) and begins to follow as quick as he can dropping the morning's kill by the gate. the trail stops at the healer's quarter. What in forest spirit's name happened here?
Wyndfere replies to Rhadama's question, "Well, it seems that Fancy has been beaten. By whom, I do not know. As for me, I woke up here. I opened a chest which spring a poisoned needle at me."
He motions to Rivka, "And this Goblin was trying to save Fancy while the healers were out."
Rivka looked around nervously at the gathering crowd, sure they would blame the goblin for the unconscious body on the floor. She held the now bloodied rag to the wound while looking for other gashes and scraps. As she worked, Skeezicks the spider sat contentedly on the goblin's left shoulder.
Using her free hand, Rivka dips a clean cloth in the hot water and begins to wash away blood to get a better view of the injuries. She leaned down so that her ear was close to Akon's mouth, but could barely tell if the uordeq was breathing. Hesitantly, she looked around at those gathered, "Help Rivka turn Sheriff over?" She gestured, indicating she wanted help rolling Akon from her stomach to her back.
Zanna returns to the den and the gathering crowd with Solas in tow. She listens in to Rivka's request and leans down over Akons body. She grips one arm under her arm and the other to roll her over without cause any extra damage tothe wounds. She manages to get Akon onto her back carefully then turns to Rivka. "We should probably get something to prop her head up, incase thiers any internal bleeding. We don't want her choking on her own blood."
Solas follows closely behind Zanna. He carefully examines the Sheriff, then looks around the room before sighing.
"I'm afraid that there's not much that I can personally do." Solas said, shaking his head. He turns to Zanna, "But thank you for bringing me here." Solas moves toward the back of the room, as to give everyone their space.
Pendrad, making his morning pilgrimage to the healers den lazily open up the door rubbing his eyes.
"Any of you healers got a cure for a hangover?" He says as he stumbles into a chair nearby oblivious to the scene in front of him. He pauses for a moment before looking up and at the sheriff sprawled out on the ground and the crowd of people standing over her.
"I suppose I can wait."
With Akon in a somewhat more comfortable looking position, the goblin leaned down close again to try to feel if the uordeq still drew breath. "Sheriff breathing..." she announced.
Dropping a blood soaked rag on the floor of the healer's den, she draws another clean one and starts bandaging the gash. Her bandaging job was not the neatest, but accomplished the general goal of stopping blood flow.
As the goblin drew close, Akon's lips parted and she mumbled in coherently. But her head then jerked to the side suddenly, neck muscles tensing and fists clenching. The unconcious Sheriff then jerked her head back the other way, her breath quickening and face creasing in tormented agony.
Rivka's eyes widened nervously as Akon convulsed. The goblin was starting to have second thoughts about whether it had been a good idea to start helping. If the uordeq died, who would they blame?
Assuming there was a wound she had missed, Rivka started searching frantically again for more wounds and unbuckling the straps on Akon's armor in an attempt to remove it.
After several moments of fidgeting with buckles and straps, Akon's armor comes free. Her injuries consist of three dagger wounds to her gut and the rest her looking like it had seen the wrong end of a hard boot, several bruises and marks of a sound beating littered across her thin frame. She keeps mumbling, barely audibly, relaxing for a moment before tensing once more.
Zanna's eyes widen as Akons body begins to go into a frenzy of convulsions. She watches as Rivka begins to unstrap her armor. Zanna leans down and begins undoing the buckles on the opposite side of Akon. She then looks at Rivka. "i have a potion, it may work to calm her down a little." Zanna then reaches into her satchel and pulls out her small potion. She moves over ahead and places Akons head in her lap and supports her head to help her drink the potion. She pours it down her throat *Minor Healing Potion - Heal 10* in hopes it will help her relax a bit.
Glimmer enters the Healer's Den after hearing Wyndfere had been hurt and sees Akon muttering and shaking. She rushes to her and lays her hands on Akon's left should, quietly incanting "Wings of the Fae, please heal my friend." She repeats this 5 times (Heal 5 for a total of 25.) "What the hell happened?"
Solas moves from his corner of the den to the scene that played out. He looks toward Glimmer.
"I'm not positive, but I have a pretty good idea what happened." He says. "Bandits, just outside the walls. They're attacking any travelers they come across." He looks down the injured uordeq, sadness in his expression. "I was just coming into town to warn her, but it would appear as though it was too late."
Akon's head is moved into Zannas lap, still jerking, reacting even stronger as she is touched. Gritting her teeth, she then relaxes a moment more, giving Zanna a chance to slip the potion down her throat. She chokes, coughing up some of the mixture, her mutterings continuing in an endless stream as her body relaxes. Color begins forming in her pale features, and with the combined efforts of the fae and goblin, her bruises start to loose thier color, and the wounds in her gut slowly close into fresh pinkish scars. Akon shudders, her body still trembling in Zanna's arms. She takes several deep breaths as she seems to be calming, her body healed, before she then lets out a horrid shriek, rolling onto her side and grabbing her head, then rolling back to grab Zanna's pant leg tightly in her grip. Her face cringes again fitfully, muttering never ceasing.
Zanna holds Akons shaking and trembling body.. She filnches as she shrieks though continues to keep her grip on Akon, just in case something more goes on. As Akon grips Zanna's pant leg and begins to mumble she looks up to Rivka and Glimmer with a scared and worried expression.
Akon's jerking and muttering finally cools, and falls into a mild continuation of murmers and slight jerks and twitches as she rests in Zanna's arms. Words still issue from her lips, too quiet to hear at a distance, but she remains in a slightly calmer state for a time.
Solas places his hands on the goblin's shoulder and steps to the side.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there." He pauses for a moment before lightly chuckling to himself. He immediately stops chuckling when he's reminded where he is. He cocks his head slightly, looking down Akon who had calmed down considerably.
"It would appear as though she's doing better." He says, calmly. He places a hand on Zanna's shoulder in some sort of attempt to be comforting.
"You're a good friend to her." He cocks his head again, looking down at Akon.
"Is she... mumbling something?" He crouches to try to listen.
As the commotion continues and as more and more people enter the healer's den, Wyndfere raises his voice, "Hey hey hey! If you want to start a mob do it outside, I'm trying to rest here."
He plops his head back on the pillow and covers his ears all the while wondering, "I wonder if this pillow is filled with Ixifar feathers? If it is, I'm going to find this pillowsmith and string him up."
Solas stands with a puzzled look on his face. He shakes his head.
"It sounds like she's having a nightmare." He says. Silently, he cursed himself for not having skills required to help the woman. He looks toward the Ixifar. "Sorry for disturbing you." He appologizes before turning back toward the crowd that had gathered. "There's nothing I can do here." He half mumbles, returning to the back of the crowd.
as i headed towards the gates to pick up my meal i procured earlier in the day i heard the sounds of battle. faint high pitch screams and a female. as i got closer it got louder. then all of a sudden it gone deathly quiet. as i get closer i notice from the looks of it an elven female on the ground and not moving. i rush over to see if she is hurt. what the hell happened here? i bend down to check and see if she is still breathing. --(Medicine)-- ok now off to the healers den with you. i take her to the healer's den very carefully as not to make matters worse. i arrive at the healers den all bloodied from helping her. i yell in the door you y'all have room for 1 more? found her like this on my back to the gates to retieve my kill i left earlier. i have done basic aid to help ease her pain but she is in worse shape than i can handle. i leave her in your care.
Rhadama turns and shakes her head sadly at the new victim. When would the citizens of Jastrey learn to travel with their friends for protection?
"Lay her down over here," she says indicating one of the clean cots that line the walls of the Healer's Den. Then the Ixifar stoops to examine the elven woman's wounds. (diagnosis)
Akon turns over again on the floor, head still in Zanna's lap. All the commotion and stirring seemed to bring her half into consciousness as she holds to Zanna's leg as if seeking comfort. She then begs quietly, to no one in particular. "Let me sleep...please....let me sleep..."
The wounded elf moaned. "Stabbed.... so many.... goblins...." she said inbetween breaths. "...I couldn't... fight them... all...." she grew silent and tried to concentrate more on breathing, and less on the pain from the mighty ambush she got herself into not long before.
Rhadama lays her hand on the elf lady's forehead.
"I call upon the power of the Prime to Heal you," she says (heal 20). The energy flows out from her palm and flows into the wounded body of the woman on the bed.
Then she rises and moves over to the sherrif and the Empyrean.
"Well sleep is something I might be able to help with," she says, leaning in to stroke Fancy's disordered hair. "Rest, Fancy, be soothed by the strength of the Prime." (soothe)
She stands back up and crosses her arms over her chest. "So many sacrifices have gone in to saving this town, and yet here we are again. There has to be a way to create a place of sanctuary in Jastrey," she says half to herself.
Solas watches as Keyoda carries in another body, this one an elf. From what he had heard she had been jumped by goblins. Solas shakes his head, looking at the ground. He couldn't help but feel weak, powerless to stop these things. He looked to Rhadama, smiling lightly at her kindness. He too felt that Jastrey should be a sanctuary. That's when it hit him. The town needed heroes, champions, not just citizens. In his head he knew he couldn't idly sit by as the people of this town were being butchered. He nodded to himself. He knew what he had to do. Head high, He exited the Healers Den.
Zanna strokes Akon's hair absentmindedly as the injured elf is brought in. She mumbles aloud to noone in particular, "What could these people want with Jastrey.." She then looks down at Akon's relaxed figure and mumbles more, "What did they do to you?.. You're one of the strongest people I know." She then looks up at Rhadama with a worried expression.
Luna sighed with slight relief as the energy of familiar healing magic spread through her body, calming her down and soothing some of the pain. Feeling more relaxed, she starting falling asleep, being haunted now and then by the disturbing images from before. After struggling a bit from the memory, she eases up a bit and falls back into her slumber.
Its rare for Blisdon to be Sober, and even less often seen for the dwarf to be in cheerful spirits as he strolled through the streets of jastrey. he perhaps might have even walked right past the healers den if it weren't for the commotion being produced from the usually empty and rarely visited location. Dwarves aren't particularly known for being curious but it was almost a special talent of Blisdon's to find out things that isn't his place to know and this situation wasn't going to be any different.
It didn't take long for him to burst through the healers den, his face still illuminated with the look of soothed relaxation as he made his way through the small mob of people, taking his place among the other healers and the injured lying around the town.
He could see the jingling elf woman still managing to jingle even in her restless sleep, he could see one of the SWAT team trying his best to get some rest in the middle of a crowd of people as well, but the most dramatic thing he could notice in the Den was the town sheriff covered in blood and using a woman that the dwarf didn't recognize for a pillow of some sort.
"Bah, Whats with all this?" Grumbled the Shaman"Akorn's lookin' like dhuroscht himself took her as a lover an' yer got her layin' about like some sort of peasant on the battlefield? Bah. come on stranger, You can pretend to be her hairbrush with her on some proper bedding."
The dwarfs pleasant mood was fading fast as he glanced about the room and set himself to the task of lighting what candles and lanterns that he could see decorating the dusty old den, to allow the himself and the other healers better appraisal of the situation.
"Stabbed.... so many.... goblins...I couldn't... fight them... all...."
As Rivka listened to the elf's words, she moved toward the back of the crowd, away from the elf, not anxious to be held accountable for what the others of her race had done to the elven woman.
And when it looked like no one was paying particularly close attention to her, she headed for the door.
Zanna looks up at the funny dwarf and suddenly becomes aware of her "hairbrushing" to Akon as he mentions it and chuckles. She then looks up to him and says, "Help me move her to a bed short stuff and I will."
As Zanna gets ready to stand up she notices, out of the corner of her eye, Rivka sneakily leaving the room.
Blisdon cocked a wild, dwarven eyebrow at Zanna before hefting the Uordeq into his arms, with Zanna holding part of the Sheriff as well. " You know why us dwarves were created so much short than you all? Cause we're hardy, Like a shrub or a Brick." Grumbled Blisdon as he helped Zanna set Akon atop a spare bed nearby before nodding in satisfaction as the work went as planned.
"We can't all be delicate little flower stalks with bright and colorful petals ya' see."
Soon after being transfered to the bed, the warlock's hand clutches the bedsheets suddenly, body tensing again, and teeth gritting. The nightmares that were shoothed all seem to come rushing back as quickly as they faded. "You shall not!.....rmrm.." She growls out the words in her sleep, throwing her head to the side again. The woman lets out a body rattling shudder, twisting towards Zanna.
"Seems to me like you drink things aswell." Zanna then looks up to Blisdon giggling, "I'm Zanna... and no. No questions. Sounds about right to me." She says with a smirk. Zanna then rubs Akons leg, consoling her to calm down atleast a little. "We need another Soothe."
At that, Akon suddenly lurches up, letting out a piercing shriek in pain, hand shooting to her side, and holding just below her ribs. She curls over herself, sitting up and breathing heavily. She swallows hard, looking down to her fingers which are now stained a fresh red, crimson dripping from them down onto the white sheets. Her eyes dart up edgewise, looking to all the people in the room gathered around. She shudders, closing her eyes and letting herself lean against the Den wall as she calms down, still holding her blood soaked side.
Zanna jumps a shrieks herself as Akon shoots up in the bed. She then realizes her bandaging has come loose and walks to the other side of the cavern to grab up the rest of thee leftovers Rivka lefts behind un-used. She then grabs up the pot of blood stained water and steps outside for a second to rid of it. She comes back in with a fresh pot of water and gives it to Wyndfere. "Please light this again?" She askes, looking to him with a kind smile.
Zanna nods in Akons direction and puts the fresh water next to the bed. She then goes and sits at the edge of the bed near Akon and looks around the room. She then says in a serious tone, tinted with concern, "So, what happened? Solas said something about Bandits outside the gates. Is it true?"
Akon looks down to her bloodied side again, and releases it, flexing her fingers, before looking towards the door tiredly. "There was a man, with a knife to his throat. I had to act, or he would have died. He made it out, I took the blows." She states in a near monotone, her mind seeming to be thinking on other things.
Blisdon nodded and stroked his thick beard at Akons recollection of events "Hrmm... aye. I've had similar encounters with the type. I'm surprised they managed to rough you up as badly as they did." Said the dwarf bluntly.
"You've taken tougher things and survived."
Akon looks down at herself, lifting her shirt slightly, and feeling along her stomach where the stab wounds were, even where the fresh blood had suddenly appeared and still stood wet on her side, there was no sign of open wound. She looks blandly back outside as she lets her arms go lax again, "I've not been at my best....And even a strong fighter will fall when the odds are not in ones favor. I knew the chances, I took them. Had the choice of time been given, I wouldn't have taken them on myself. There were six of them, and they were not your average group of fools. They were well trained..well coordinated. And the man with the blade at his throat was nothing more than a weak coward...hardly any help. He just stood by as they all jumped me. Regardless, what's done is done. " Akon seems to be coming around again, her mind refocusing on the tasks at hand rather than her own thoughts. "Where is the Farseer?"
The dwarf responded with a casual shrug. "We aren't always together. I can't say I've seen him around town much at all today, Did you need to have words with him?" Blisdon took this momentary pause in the conversation to medicate himself with a steady dose of a mysterious alcoholic fluid from within his trusty dwarven flask.
The Dwarf grumbled to himself and scratched his head as he took another nip of his flask. "yeah,If I happen to see him I'll pass the word along." He said with a nod towards both Akon and Zanna as he slipped out of the den almost just as quickly as he entered. The cramped space of the healers den was far too crowded for a place that didn't also happen to serve booze for the dwarfs liking anyways.
Zanna looks Akon's bloodied clothes up and down and snickers. "I'll look for something." She then gets up and walks around the tavern, spotting nothing but a thin brown robe hanging off the side of a candle mount on the wall. She grabs the robe and makes her way to Akon. "You can change into this. And I'll take your armor and clothes down to the lake for a wash?"
Akon nods, pulling off her over shirt, her wrapped upper torso mostly spared of the bloodied mawing, reavealing runes tattoed all up the underside of her forarms. She hands her ruined and bloodied black shirt over to Zanna before slipping on the robe over top. "Leave the armor, it's not the first time it's seen blood. But if you could give this a rinse, I would appreciate it greatly." She then settles herself to lean back against the Den wall, seeming to lay there proped up, half a sleep, half awake, but never fully allowing herself to drift back into unconciousness.
Zanna makes her back into the den with a somewhat calming expression. She comes next to Akon and throws her now dry clean shirt next to her. She then goes on to say, "I saw two people across the lake. I think one was a monk and the other a bard of some sorts. I haven't met them yet, there were fresh footsteps on the shore but no boats around." She then leans against the wall next to the bed.
Akon nods, then continues, "If you see the Farseer, I need to speak with hi-..." Akon cuts off as she sees Zanna starting to nod off. Her tired eyes look around the Healers Den seeing the elf sleeping, the Ixifar trying to, and decides it best to just stop her rambling for now. She half mumbles to herself. "Should probably move me back to my cabin...I do not make for good bed company...." She says as her tired eyes fall shut again. "Never did much care for forrest flowers..." She mumbles on as she seems to be drifting. "The elements seem...displeased...strange...how they glow.." She finally goes quite as her body takes on the distinctive hunch of one who has fallen asleep who didn't intend to.
Solas walks into the Healer's Den. He appears much more calm than before, almost soothed. Slowly he approaches the Uordeq, who has now been moved to a bed. He smiles lightly at her as he stops by the bedside.
"I see you're doing better, Miss Akon. How are you feeling?" He says with a smile. "I noticed this one took care of you a lot while you were out. Sat by you the whole time, from what I saw that is." He motions toward Zanna.
"Fires...cool in the winter, yet....none to soon. Elegant really....." Akon shudders, finching slightly. "It's not....me....you'll not...." Akon grasps her side again, face becoming more twisted as the nightmare continues. "You'll not win this!" She gasps, curling over herself, seeming lost in her sleep again.
Akon's eyes lurch open again, she lets out a shuddering moan as she cluches her other side once more. Crimson begins leaking through the brown robe where she had grasped at her side, staining her finger tips. She looks down, half awake, half still seeming to come into consciousness again. "Damn it all..." She mutters, looking around and realizing she is still in the healers den. She furrows her brows and leans against the Den wall once more. "Damn it all...."
Rhadama's head drops down, then jerks up as she realizes that the inhabitants of the Healer's Den have moved and changed while she dozed. She notices that Fancy is still sleeping restlessly and moves over to examine the Urodeq.
"She's killing herself by inches," the Ixifar mutters as she takes up the Sherrif's hand. "You must put your trust in the Prime, Fancy. Allow the light of the Prime to burn away your demons, and sleep. (soothe)
The healer turns to Solas. "You're welcome to rest here as well, Seer. I'm sure your business with Fancy can wait while she gets some sleep."
Akon mutters low to herself. "If only it were that easy..." She coughs, then lets her head rest back, looking to Rhadama as she takes her hand and in hers. Her mind seems to clear as her gaze finally focuses in on Solus. "Ah... good to see you. You said you saw the bandits as well?" Akon says, pullng up her knees slightly to her chest, still seeming completely spent, the crimson stain having widened and spread outward from her middle.
Solas nods at Rhadama, and smiles.
"Thank you for your hospitality. You're right. She needs her rest. She's been through a lot I suppose. Last time I was here she was all... beaten up. You folks have done a mighty fine job pathing her up." Solas notes Akon swearing. "It would appear as though she is Awake now, though."
Solas chuckles at The Sheriffs questions. "Well, I can't say I saw them persay," he taps his blindfold, "but I did have contact with them. They took a few gold from me..." His smile drops, "I guess I got off easy." He says, almost appologetically.
"I went and washed that shirt for a reason, Akon. It would be best for you to put on some fresh clothes." Zanna mumbles, all the while half asleep. "Also, some man.. Zenphere I think.. was looking for you. I told him to come by later when you have recovered more." Zanna then sits forward and rubs her eyes and notices Solas. "Oh, hello." She says with a smile.
Akon takes a deep breath, throwing both her feet over the edge of the bed, reaching over for her freshly washed black shirt. She pulls off the bloodied robe from over her head, but when she takes it off, there are no wounds on her body, no source from where the still wet crimson should have orginated. She quickly pulls her black shirt back over her head, and leans forward, elbows on her knees, and head drooping down. She takes a moment togather her strength before she continues. "Zenphere...so he has been seen. I would like his company soon, when I am able." She angles her head back up with some effort to squint at Solas, trying to focus on the blind man. "So what of these bandits did you say?"
Zanna watches with ease as Akon puts on the shirt. Taking note of the fresh blood but there being no wounds, she looks questionably at Solas for a moment then turns back to Akon. She lifts herself off the den floor and makes her way to the doorway. "I'm going to go fetch Zenphere. I'm sorry I interupted the conversation." She the dips her head and exits the den. Leaving Solas and Akon to talk amongst themselves.
Solas Stands from his spot at the foot of the bed, he looks at Akon. "Well they didn't take it from me persay. There were 6 or 7 of them; they were attacking some traveler on the road. I went for a diplomatic solution to the encounter. They agreed to let the man live, for a few gold. So I paid the bandits, and they went on their way," Solas says. He lowers his head a bit before looking toward Zanna. "Hello, again," He greets her. He watches her quickly exit. "Well, good bye, I suppose." He looks back toward the Warlock.
Luna shifts a bit in her sleep, and wakes up a little. She looks around, blurry eyed, trying to remember where she is and why she's here. She tries to sit up, but she soon felt dizzy and fell back onto the bed. She let out a small moan, as her head was now pounding. She lifted her arms and placed her hands on her forehead, then moved them back until she was covering her ears. "Too much... noise..." she mumbled.
Akon frowns, looking over to Luna, but her scowl is directed at herself. "I'm probably not helping much in the way of these people getting rest. Regardless, seeing as I am out of comission for a moment, and my deputies are no where in sight..I had a question to ask of you Solas." Akon look over to him, to guage his reaction to her statement before going on.
Akon looks him over, sensing his anticipation and the tenseness his body suddenly seemed to gather. "Well..." She pauses, rethinking her request. "Mm....take it or leave it, but I thought you might be willing to watch over things while I'm unable to perform my duties as Sheriff. I don't expect you to go waltzing into a brawl, but just be my eyes and ears...figuratively speaking. My respect for yourself and those you choose to associate with, namedly the wild hunt, have indeed grown in admiration. I see you lot as being quite capable. You seem a level headed fellow, and I would like to ask for your help in keeping an eye on things for me. Should you notice anything suspicious or anything of importance happening, report it to me. What say you?"
Solas chuckles lightly. "Is that all?" He was honestly surprised. "Seeing as you're the Sheriff of this town, I probably would have done so anyways." He laughs slightly. "But yeah, I can keep an eye out on things for you. That's not a problem at all." His expression becomes a slightly more serious one. "I am honored by your admiration, really. I know the hunt hasn't always had the best reputation, espescially among Uordeq" He pauses for a moment, "or so I've heard."
Akon leans back against the Den wall, folding her arms, and scooching back so that she can sit comfortably. She keeps her voice low as to not to disturb the others. "Mm....you see, the thing about that. 'Uordeq'. Traditionally speaking we are a very individualistic race. Where I come from, you learn the only life on the table that matters is your own, and the game is just a matter of how long you keep it. We don't really hold universal opinions, we hold our own, individually." Akon wrinkles her nose in distaste. "I left the Shadelands because I found the whole lot of them to be sickening. Preposterous. Most Uordeq don't get along with one another. They ally for power, they seek out aid when aid is necessary, only to fight amongst their allies once the combined goal is won. It's very fickle...tch."
"I made due. Did what I had to. I'm not about to say my past is rainbow and butterflies. But...there is a reason I left." She looks over to him, her tone just as serrious as her gaze. "I often reserve judgement, and rely on observation. You lot were a questionable group when you rolled into town, but I see now that you...." She pauses, thinking to herself and looking up at the cieling. "Are something more. And I admire that."
Solas nods. He mulls over what to say in his head, choosing his words. "Well, I'm not sure about my friends, but I came here as a hand of fate. I just hope I can do some real good for this town." He speaks carefully, still. "I know we all have our own reasons to come here. I don't doubt that you have a checkered past of your own." He smiles, He begins to almost look past Akon, forgetting her. "But that's over now. Maybe if we can forgive what's been done to us... or forgive what we've done to others... if we leave these stories of our pass behind... us being victims or villians... maybe we can change Orn for the better." Solas catches himself. "I don't know. Maybe Im just naive, believing one man can still make a difference."
Akon looks up, her eyes darting to the door on instinct, but her intense gaze relaxes just as quickly. She offers Keyoda a silent nod in greating. "There is a goblin engineer in town you might be looking for, to aid you in the request that you shot into the Tavern. Do mind those arrows..I'd rather not have a town's member get shot. " She smirks, then looks over to Solas.
"Aye, I won't manage on my own. If you could give me aid to my quarters?"
Akon nods to him, moving to the edge of the bed, then lifting herself up to fold her arm over his shoulder. She seems to be relying heavily on him for support, nodding. "Aye..." She grunts. "It's up the hill to the back along the wall a bit...." She glances behind her. "And, I hate to inconvenience you further, but could you bring my armor along...and my blackblade is on the bedside there along with my dagger." She asks, to Solas, realizing how awkwardly they are positioned now for him to fulfill her request.
Still covering her ears, almost in tears from her painful headache, she slowly moved over onto her side, jingling a little as she turned. She soon enough grabbed the pillow from under her head and covered her face to attempt to muffle out the sound, which wasn't exactly her greatest plan. She sighed.
Akon smiles, and chuckles at her old friend's beratements. "What, Sir, would you rather have me stand by and watch while a citizen gets his throat slashed? I think you would find that far more deserving of reprimand, don't you think?" She smirks. "It's good to see you."
Solas looks over in the direction from which he heard Pendrad. Not wanting to interupt the conversation between Akon and Zenphere, He's forced to wave Pendrad to him, instead.
"Bandits, just outside the walls." He says. "She wants everyone to be on alert for suspiscious activity."
Akon shakes her head. "No, highly doubt the high headed fools of Ressik would stoop to such a level. Though they may be following them and making prey of those left in the army's wake. Wouldn't suprise me." Akon grunts, still being held up by Solas. "You'll have to excuse me my dear Prince. I must be going. I'll seek you out when I am more able to speak, and in a better physical state." She nods to Solas. "When you're ready."
"Bandits you say, well I dispatched some bandits earlier." Pendrad says pausing to flex as he kisses his biceps.
"Oh and after earning the gratitude of the merchant I saved I found something interesting on the bandit leader." He says and pulls a worn black cloth with embroidered edges depicting a snake biting a heel that is crushing it.
"If anything it will make a nice trophy but Ithink it may be of more use to you and the sheriff's investigation." He says as he hands the cloth over to solas.
"I bested what seemed to be the leader in single combat which scared all the lesser bandits away." Pendrad said stroking his chin savoring the memory of battle.
"A detective I once knew said "It is a capital mistake to theorize before you have all the evidence." so I hold no opinions as to the significance of this cloth." He said shurgging his shoulders.
"afterall thats why you are here right sheriff?" Pendrad said giving a grin.
Akon manages a light chuckle. "I suppose so...how many other things shall we cram under my job title?" She then reaches over and tucks the cloth into Solas' belt. "I'll leave that for you to handle for now. If you could excuse us, Pendrad." She nods, waiting on Solas to continue with her on their way to her cabin.
"Shes a bit beaten there Solas you should be tender when you get ehr back to the cabin." Pendrad says as he elbows solas and has a hearty laugh at his own joke.
"If you find anything sheriff come find me, I'll be drowning in ale down at the tavern." Pendrad says as he steps out of the healers den toward the direction of the tavern.
Wyndfere lies in the healier's den. His sleep is distrubed by Fancy's fall. Although still weak from the poisoned needle, he manages to sit himself up. Once he does, he yawns and then Fancy's body comes slowly into focus.
"Fancy? What are you doing on the ground? That's no place to sleep. Wake up, Fancy!..." Then it dawns on him that she's not sleeping. "Someone! Come quick, Fancy is dying!"