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"Theres nothing, anymore." San closes his eyes for a second then opens them again "....Tell damien for me....tell him to pray to the five"

"San..." She places her hand on his cheek looking into his eyes. "You can make it thorugh this... come on, don't give in..."

"...why?"

"Because this is not the end." She keeps her eye contact, and doesnt move, her body seeming hard. "Find something in you to go on, you time is not up."

San smiles, almost ironicly

"I should have died a long time ago. I've been on borrowed time since then."

"Well guess what, I give you some more. Now live damnit..." She started to gently dab his wounds with the potion, watching as they slowly started to close, as she whiped the blood the dirt from them with a damp cloth.

"Why don't you ever listen?" San gasps under his breath "Nobody ever listens..."

"Shhh... don't speak, you only waste energy that you need." She continues to treat his wounds the best she can, untill the once again are fully wrapped and clean. She again feeds some of the potion into his mouth. "Come now, death is not for you, not today, not now."

"Its a good day to die!"

"Live today, die tomorrow." She mutters as she finish cleaning off anymore blood on him. "Your influence is still needed."

She smiles darkly as she starts to clean a new wound she found.

"For what? Someone elses death?"

She places her finger on his lips.

"Shh, quiet... don't think too much, just let yourself relax." She takes her cloak from her shoulders and lays it over him. She then sits herself leaned back up against a tree rubbing the cut under her chin.

'Hm, not sure if this is a wise thing to do...' She thinks to herself. 'He is a threat to you, right now that threat could be exicuted. Maybe, a part can be played...'

She sighs as she leans herself back agianst the tree, the mist still thick over the woods in her area and she shuts her eyes, takeing her staff firmly in her hand as she does.

Sans eyes search her, questioning

He get's an idea.

"I'm your enemy, kill me! After all, I tried to kill you! Doesen't that ammount to anything?"

She doesnt open her eyes.

"Stop trying to get me to kill you, you are not an enimy; yet."

She leans her head back softly as she starts to let herself fall into a light sleep, though more of a meditation than anything else.

"She's....sleeping?" San thinks to himself "I could......no....I'm the one to die...."

San leans against a tree and looks into the sky

".....why?" He asks no one in particular

Holding his breath to the last very moment, on the edge of his nerve, Konstantin stayed in his disguise the whole time. Even when the attacker held Iekka at the edge of her death - he was about to fire, but he did not fire.

It seemed that the situation had handled itself, but Konstantin knew that it's far from over yet. He now realized who the injured man is. He is the one Iekka talked about in her...

Remembering stories about the legendary Sean Elaski, he kept his doubts about whether to help him heal or not.

He loosened his grip on his crossbow a little bit, but still kept it loaded, and now aimed at the old warrior.

"Sean Elaski. I have heard about this omenous person. The blood moon. I saw him in the desert once, wandering alone, wearing only a robe. He is a hero of the Ancient Wars, as well as defeater of Drakhen. This ancient fighter has a lot more history on this island than I know of, I wonder how these two are connected. She should take his words seriously."

San feels a disturbance in the air around him. Without moving, he says into the shadows.

"Either kill me, or show yourself."

A tall man of an elvish height around two meters, in a long black overcoat, rises from his hide, revealing his distance weapon. The weapon is still pointed at the wounded one.

"It is not my call to kill you, Sir."

The man motions to the elfess with his head.

"It is hers."

San looks to Inwe, as if pleading for his own death

She doesnt turn her head, still looking at her staff.

"San, you are not dying this day. I do not know how many times I must repeat myself." She slowly looked up at the man.

"Don't listen to her! she's crazy! kill me!" San urges the man

The dark-clothed one puts his weapon down and shakes his head.

"I would not dare to put an end to a still living legend without much reason."

Inwë looks up with a smile as she gets to her feet slowly.

"Good to see you again, my friend." She says softly, her pale white-blue eyes softly looking at him, her golved hands gently holding onto her staff.

The man's lips can be seen from under his hood, as they form a smile.
He stands still, looking at the elfess, as if awaiting orders.

Inwë looks down at San, then crouches by his side.

"How are your wounds holding?" She pulls over another vile of potion and a cloth as she looks him over again. She frowns then looks up softly at the other man.

"What are you up too in these woods?" She asks with a smile again, before she goes back to looking over San's wounds, gently cleaning them again.

"Their holding too much......why dont you do me a favor and rip a couple open?"

"Good, now lets make sure they don't get any worse." She ignores his second comment as she continues to tend to the wounds. Once she was finished with what she could do, she stood and took a few steps over to the other man with a fresh smile on her face.

"Haven't seen you for a while." She comented with a smirk.

"Likewise, regretfully" - the man replies, and reaches into his coat, taking out two glowing flasks with a potion of blueish-green color. The liquid sparkles inside the flasks.

"One is for your arm" - he hands one flask to the elfess. - "The other is for him."

"Allow me to...?" - He steps to the injured one on the ground, removes his gloves, and puts his crossbow down by his foot.

He quickly examines the man's wounds with his thin cool dry fingers.
"Seems like she took good care of the most of this."

The man takes out a tiny needle, cleans it with a few petals of firnis blossom herb, and applies a few drops of the liquid on it. The needle starts to glow, and gets very hot. He reaches with the needle inside of the man's wounds, and the cuts seem to start glowing slightly, and healing with a soft cracking sound.

"Do not worry, I am a herbalist, this is not poison. Looks like there is no infection yet, but I bet it hurts like hell" - he speaks quietly in a low voice, addressing the wounded one, putting bandages on his healing cuts.