A bloodied figure with a long blue cloak and a hood stands outside of the Town. He isn't armed with anything, but he seems wounded and gasping for air. Despite the injuries in his torso, he examines the city and gives a short nod. He tries to walk and stummbles to his knees.
Hearing a clamor the Empyrean captain stumbles far more drunk than any had seen him before out of the tavern. "Well whaa evil has stmbled to town toda?" stammered the captain as he staggered over to the pair. Upon recognition of the status of the weaker one he appears to sober up a tad bending down grabbing the stranger's face by the chin and cheeks with one had and jerking it towards his own face. Captain Belle appears deep in thought until he burps and slaps the stranger lightly on the right side of his face and exclaims: "Yur fiiiine! Come join me for a drink, both of you, lord knows where my crew got off too" before making his way back into the tavern and into the Corsairs corner table
Annaleigh quirks an eyebrow at the drunkard, after aknowledging the boy's nod. "He's covered in blood... and you- You know what never mind. That seems about par for this place."
Shaking her head, she turned back to the boy. Looking him over she quietly debated if he might need more healing, though she didn't think so on first glance. After a moment, she spoke again. "My name is Annaleigh. Can you tell me yours, boy?"
Annaleigh had been out exploring the woods in her feline form when she smelled the blood. Spotted ears twitched and she followed the scent. When she spied the man as he stumbled to his knees, she darted forward to his side.
In an instant the large, spotted cat was replaced by a small Angori woman. She looked over him quickly, resting a hand on his shoulder, "~By the grace of Loreyza~ [Heal 7] Are you alright? What happened to you?"