[i]The wounded... right.[/i] Kalisel kept what few medical supplies she had in a small hip pouch. Nothing fancy, just a few bandages and some medicinal herbs. First, she looked herself over. A few cuts and scratches, none of which deserved the term "wound", and a massive bruise on the back of her right knee that she could not remember how she had gotten. A few minutes rubbing that, and she already felt much better.

As she stood up, she watched a young woman with scales draining some sort of mystical energy from a man. Though she was no longer attuned to the supernatural, she wasn't an idiot, either. She slowly walked over to the two. "Excuse me, but mind if I ask what's going on here?" The tone of her voice wasn't accusatory- merely curious.