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Kyra does her best to patch up Samar and manages to stop the bleeding.
She also tries her hand at calming the dog. "He is just wounded and scared." With a wave of her hand, a gentle glow surrounds the dog.
The dog immediately calms. Looking at you and wagging its tail for a moment. It rubs itself up against Kyra and bites onto her sleeve, tugging her toward a game trail that leads into the woods.
Kyra steps from the back of the group. "Let me help you." With a brief prayer to Sarenrae, she ministers to the coughing man as best she can.
As she lays a hand across his brow, a healthy glow returns to his face. "Thank...thank you. I'm so grateful. I don't know what happened. I came to Shimmerford to look for the Mosquito Witch, but I don't remember even arriving." Almost overcome with the memory, the man pauses for a minute, then gasps, "Eyes! Red eyes in the darkness!" He stops talking, then, and stares off into the distance. Kyra steps back and whispers quietly to you [smaller]"My ministrations should keep him stable, for now, but the disease he suffers is beyond my skill. He needs an expert healer from a larger city. I can assist him as we travel through these woods."
"Thanks, I would love one. The company here is wonderful, but I will never get used to the damp." Kyra takes a healthy drought of her beverage. "You seem familiar to me as well. Perhaps our paths crossed in training? I spent some time with the Scrolls, Spells, and Swords--perhaps we both received some bruises from Marcos Farabellus?" |
