Assallya momentarily entered her wagon and rummaged through the drawers, searching through herbs, balms, potions and unguents. After several moments she found the sealed jar she was searching for. Char was looking at her, the small kobold's black beady eyes able to see so long as he stayed inside the wagon. The field outside the inn was far too bright for those of his kind.

"You stay," she yipped at him, using the strange bird like, draconian derived language the small lizards used, "humans excited. They stabby."

Stepping back out into the bright sunlight, the blonde elf's golden tresses blazed like a beacon with reflected sunlight. She quickly made her way across the open field, ebony translucent silks floating around her limbs as she approached. While moving she studied those participating from behind long mascara darkened eyelashes. The lizard admittedly drew more of her attention. His scales looked thicker and harder than a normal lizard's. There was also the addition of small horns. Very strange. She'd almost call him dragon-kin if they weren't known to be extinct. Certainly they were rarer than even elves who had mostly withdrawn to their own lands. Maybe there was still a small colony of them somewhere? There was the woodsman, who looked fairly typical for his breed and somewhat attractive. Then there was a rather distraught dwarf who was proclaiming his disappointment in missing the fight. She'd never understand those that lived for combat. Finally, there was an elf in the distance atop the balcony, visible only out of the corner of her eye given her current direction. By all the gods, she despised elves.

"Is there anything I may do to help? I have brought poultice," Assallya proffered in small slender hands, holding the jar forward like an offering before a shrine, "should we run out of divine gifts. It should aid in healing and clean the wound of any mundane rot. Should the creatures be empowered with a more formidable affliction, a servant of the gods will be necessary."