Isabeau kept close to the two as they arrived at the apothecary. Unfortunately, her questions went unanswered, but, as she entered the small shop, she had a feeling she was going to get a bit more than she was looking for. That smell for one thing .... well, she could put this at the top of her list of reasons why she hated being here.
The smell itself wasn't what bothered her so. It wasn't pleasant by any means, but it was the memories it brought back more than anything else. Her lips twisted into a frown, which may or may not have been noticed before she brought her cowl up to cover her nose.
"It's going to be a bit crowded," an elven woman said to them before she directed her attention to Tirarrian. "Are you injured too? Or are you merely ill? My stock of medicines for illnesses are still quite full. Perhaps some intestinal problems?". Elves had a tendency to be self righteous, and arrogant. Izzy eyed the woman carefully ... she didn't see any of those things, but there was something else hiding behind her eyes. Just then Tirarrian spoke up, interrupting her thought.
"No, I am quite fine. I can take a hint, I can get out of your hair if you want me to." Damn gnome, running off all the time ... always thinking the worst, she snickered softly. If only she wasn't injured, she would've followed Tirarrian right out of there. But there were worse fates Izzy could think of than being stuck in a stuffy, smelly, overcrowded apothecary. And this would probably be the place where she'd have to be to see that nothing else came to fruition.
Better to be stuck in here than to die of stupidity and pride she thought to herself. She nodded to the elven woman and stuck herself on a stool in some uncluttered and unoccupied corner.
@The Fated Fallen @Dragoknighte~~~*~~~
More wounded started pouring in through the doors only moments after Davik had finished explaining the situation to Kayleth. He wanted to help, but he knew she was right. He would only worsen things if he tried anything. As they came in, one by one, she brought them to the back, applying bandages and salves where needed, spending most of her time with the heavily wounded.
There was one thing he could do, here were most of his men in one place. Those who were able to, were to help Kayleth with the wounded, others, he'd gather reports from. Any and all knowledge of this threat would be needed if they were going to defeat these monsters. His injuries wouldn't stop him from writing at the very least. Now if only he could round up the group of civilians from the inn.
The back room was filling quickly, and despite all that he was able to gather, the captain didn't have much to report back to the mayor. It was the same thing over and over again. The skeletons and demons that were fought by the townspeople and guards were all pretty tough, some were meant only to spread fire and chaos throughout the town, others did more damage. There were quite a few casualties, unfortunately there was just no way to tell yet how many laid dead in the streets.
Many of the guards that came in were carrying civilians that had suffered more injuries than they themselves seemed to have, and there was a small group who were barely touched at all. Davik sent these men to round up and calculate the dead. Efforts were undergone right away to try and clean up the carnage left by the attack. He was sure it was only a matter of time until something else happened, and dead bodies just laying around wouldn't do any good for morale. Davik himself stayed with the wounded in the back, but as time passed, he grew restless and was tired of being useless. Despite his injuries and Kayleth's warning, he moved swiftly and carefully over to those in the cots, and did whatever he could to help.
The front door opened once more, leaving a look of gloom all over Davik's face. He wasn't sure if the hospital could treat, or even fit anymore wounded. And he was tired of all the bad news. Luck however, finally seemed to be on his side. While they were injured, the next three that came in didn't seem to be part of his guard force, nor did he recognize them. Kayleth quickly addressed each of them. A dwarf, whom he saw battling some ice demon. He did seem a bit familiar but couldn't quite place it. Just behind him entered a woman, she was covered head to toe in dark clothes which seemed to be drenched in sweat and blood, dirt and soot. She had an axe strapped to her back. Perhaps she was part of the group that attacked the demon in the inn? Last to enter was a gnome. She -didn't- seem all that injured and turned back out the door after a quick exchange with Kayleth.
"Kayleth, if those people are who I think they are, I'd like to speak with them when you're finished tending to their injuries" he whispered to the woman and slipped back behind the curtain.
@The Fated Fallen @Dragoknighte~~~*~~~
((Back in the Crazy Cat Inn))
There wasn't much hustle and bustle in the past couple of days. But since the explosion in the Ugly Mug, well ... The Crazy Can Inn attracted all sorts of crowds, those trying to escape from the attack, those just trying to get drunk during the attack ... The large room reeked of stale ale, sweat, some parts even held the stench of vomit and urine. Simply said, the Crazy Cat Inn wasn't the greatest place to be in. The food certainly wasn't as good as the Ugly Mug, but who could complain when they weren't being set on fire and chased out by a huge ugly demon. It was good enough for now.
One guest in particular, an old lanky man, perhaps in his late 60's sat at a table, quite near a couple of other adventurers. His bald head, sporting multiple age spots and spurts of silver hair here and there was snugly hidden beneath his hood and his salt and pepper beard lay matted and mangled on his chest. He seemed to fit right in with his surroundings, perhaps part of the wall decor, his smell even matched that of the tavern. But as he crept closer to the two who spoke discretely of a bounty to be had, one might think there was more to this old man than what he led on.
"If coin is what you seek, there is rumor of a bounty worth much much more than that of a 'Grand Basilisk'. Hidden deep within the mountains, you'd find gold and jewels beyond your imagination, enough to make you rich beyond your wildest dreams, not to mention the bounty in which I'd like for you to procure. So what do you say, boys?"
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