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Callith lays face down in the dirt just south of the hospital, to cuts down his face, his helmet ripped off laying near by, there are shards of bone in the dirt around him, he isn't dead, but looks weak.

Stephen wearing his steel armor patrols the streets, the banners of Trolls Bane still flew, but the Island of Gobiath, as he knew, would leave Trolls Bane to fight the Temple alone.
He turned looking into the garden of the hospital and saw the unconcious elf, not sure who it was, he jogs lightly to the elf and recognized it was Callith. He did not love the elf particularly, but if he was going to stand and fight with Trolls Bane he sure as hell was not going to let the elf be taken.
He knelt down and searched for any signs of bleeding or outstanding wounds.

Other than the scratches on his face and some bruising where he has been held, he is fine, he seems to be quite cold and his breathing is shallow.

Stephen had heard tale of the Temple stealing souls, he suspected this is what happened to Callith. There was not much he could do for him now, he needed Abott Markous or Brother Darius to pray for him and heal his torn soul.
Stephen crouched down and lifted Callith up in a cradle, taking him into the hospital and laying him down on one of the nearby floor level beds. He then shut the door and ran to find someone who could mend Callith.