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Sian narrows his eye and casts a glance about, but lost Aldriaa out of sight again. He nears Callith by Arynne's body, and produces a roll of white cloth from his bag which he holds out for the elf to grab. "We have no choice but to bind the wound and hope she does not die on us on the way to town. I may be a Novice of Tanora but as a medico I am highly lacking."

"Check her bag, she was a medico, and bandaging this wont help us without any magical aides, she could die if we moved her."

Arynne's bag contains a mortar, a good amount of fourleafs and firnis blossoms, and a small glass bottle with a healing potion in it.

((Uhm, I think I have to kill her, guys...No one survives that kind of wound.))

Sian emits a grunt of approval in response, and nabs the bag, promptly rummaging through it.

"A mortar and pestle—some herbs—this might be a healing potion," he concludes, drawing the flask out of the bag and examining its contents in the dim light. He holds it out and over to the elf.

"Then again it could just as well be a poison against a disease," he adds with a frustrated frown.

"A risk we will have to take. I don't suppose you have any needles on you?"

Callith takes the healing potion and pours a small drop on his hands, and then examins the wound, pressing his fingers gently inside, he takes his hand out and pours some of the liquid into the wound, then the rest down Arynne's throat.

Arynne's body jerks as though in pain as the potion is poured into the wound, but she elicits no other response or sign of life.

((What do you think? Shall she live? Or die? <indecision>))

((She's your character ))

"Well she's alive, if you don't have a needle and thread, crush some firnis and place it on the bandage."

" 'Fraid I was not planning on tailoring out here. "

Sian hastily mashes the Firnis from Arynne's bags in the mortar, and sets the tool down. He slings the roll of cloth over an arm and spreads out the white textile, audibly ripping it free from the roll, and haphazardly making some bandages. He applies the mashed Firnis to the crude bandages. Then looks up to catch attention of the Guard's eyes.

"Help me here," he utters to Callith, ready to bind the wound shut.

An arrow passes Aldriaa's head grazing her cheek tied to it is a note it reads:
Remeber the pain
before anyone can do a thing the archer has dissapeard onto the night he leaves no trace of his identiy

Callith takes the bottle from Aldriaa, and pours it down into Arynne's mouth, making her drink it, once the bottle is finished, he moves Arynne, onto her side, and helps Sian wraps the bandage around her.

Firmly, but carefully binding the bandages around the deadly wound, Sian utters a name in an inquisitive tone, without turning to face her:

"Aldriaa?"

Sian looks up at Callith and smiles at him like a cheshire cat, before speaking again, although not to him.

"I'd use your opportunity to take a 'long walk', while the noble Guard and I are busy..."

An elf clad in blue looks through the trees, he laughs quietly... "nobody has yet noticed me, but it is time to give some aid";

He pulls the cloak to cover his face in the darkness... he then steps through into the clearing..."does anyone need some aid??"

He looks at the incapacitated elfess, "Aldriaa, what have you done???";

He looks around... "the figure in black, where is he???"

The elf clad in blue stops and listens... he can hear footsteps... he turns towards the direction of the steps.. in the distance he can see a person clad in black...

He draws his bow... "Stop, or i shall land an arrow through you"

Aldriaa takes a deep breath, and suddenly embraces her cousin.

"I want to tell you the truth, and then I want you to turn away, for if Callith won't take my life, then I shall take my own."

She lets go of Arynne and speaks, swifty pulling the mysterious man's arrow from the tree and breaking it in half.

"Some time ago, I met a mysterious man outside of town. He told me that he knew what it was I was seeking...revenge...I...he knew a lot about me, yet I had never met him. He retold the story of the drow attack to me, and then told me that the true traitor still lived. When he named you, Arynne, I was sure it had to be false. But...he proved to me that you lived, and made a convincing argument that it had been you that had betrayed our locatio. I...Arynne, all I can say in my own defense is that I had lost my memory for almost 50 years, and I...I was confused. I have been seeking answers ever since Callith helped me remember who I was, and this man seemed to have an awful lot of answers. I...I felt sure he told the truth, until the very moment when my sword pierced your skin, and then I saw the look in your eyes, the look of the truly innocent. I am so sorry, Arynne.."

She pauses, and says, "He has very...persuasive methods, and he seeks me now with intent to make me suffer, for I betrayed him in the end by trying to save you. I will wait here only for judgement, and then I will take my life, if none of you will do it."

"Do not dare look at me for such folly," utters Sian in an unusually commanding and smoky voice. His single unscathed eye is reluctantly shut and his scarred face displays a grim frown, appearing to be hewn into stone. His grey cloak sways as he shifts weight of one leg and turns his back to the group. He peers off into the distance northwards, folding his arms before his chest.

The figure in black turns he sems scared but speaks as if he were fearless "Go ahead kill me before I you"

"Sian, go out into the forest, find Dravish and bring him here! Aldriaa, sit down and shut up! Arynne, you need to rest sit down." Callith barks out the orders as someone used to command does, then turns to the new comer, drawing one of his swords.

((OK Arynne was actually at the Nightmare Quest with Dravish, but I'll pretend she wasn't I guess, for the sake of this board Or actually, I'll just pretend that it happened after this, ok?))

Arynne turns back to Callith, no sign of her stomach wound. "Please do not hunt Aldriaa...I forgive her."

She turns, looking for the man that spoke from the shadows...

"I don't harm women who don't try to harm me." he replies without turning around, watching the other man.

An elf clad in blue returns to the clearing, he takes a pace forward; covering his face with his hood...

Turns to Callith, "Will she live?"

Looks at the druidess, "Don't worry it will be ok..."

He looks stonly at Callith through his blue hood, "i'm sorry, i didn't think she would actually strike down her cousin; and i'm sorry for the arrows i sent your way"

He turns his attention back on the driudess

((Um the last post was directed at hadrain who kinda force rped the discovery of the archer but um ok ill just pretend i appeared in the shadows))
The man steeps forward slightly smiling at Aldriaa his voice is trembling slightly and a little higher than most mens
"This elf she tried to kill me in the forrest, She attacked me and stole my potion rambling abot faries and trickery she is insane and now i seek revenge my life work went into that potion you just stole if she dosnt kill herself i will do it for her"