02-05-2020, 07:01 PM
The camp is warm and loud but doesn't reek of the usual squalid warcamp odors. Andrea recalls the thick musk from the streets of Nrovthbar.
One of the gate guards rushes her to the hospital, an open space with mats layed down where at least two dozen injured and maimed lay. A man in simple wool robes approaches Andrea. His initial expression of curious wonder for the equine sorceress is replaced with concern when he sees Matyas strewn over her back.
Healer-[Imperial]: "Take leave enchantress, Helusan magic cannot save him now. I fear even Helusan medicine will have no power ..."
The healer takes note of Andrea's expression.
Healer-[Imperial]: "Still, it be my duty to wage battle against death and disease for every life that comes to mine hospital."
The Healer beckons two aides to assist him in moving Matyas into a tent for treatment. A third ushers Andrea away, mentioning something about the unclean air of the hospital being unsuitable for the healthy. As Andrea leaves she notices a golden glow in a tent next to Matyas' and senses the arcane energy focused on it.
One of the gate guards rushes her to the hospital, an open space with mats layed down where at least two dozen injured and maimed lay. A man in simple wool robes approaches Andrea. His initial expression of curious wonder for the equine sorceress is replaced with concern when he sees Matyas strewn over her back.
Healer-[Imperial]: "Take leave enchantress, Helusan magic cannot save him now. I fear even Helusan medicine will have no power ..."
The healer takes note of Andrea's expression.
Healer-[Imperial]: "Still, it be my duty to wage battle against death and disease for every life that comes to mine hospital."
The Healer beckons two aides to assist him in moving Matyas into a tent for treatment. A third ushers Andrea away, mentioning something about the unclean air of the hospital being unsuitable for the healthy. As Andrea leaves she notices a golden glow in a tent next to Matyas' and senses the arcane energy focused on it.