[h3]Infirmary[/h3]
Before Ramando had had the time to go away, he could hear a familiar voice: "I am fine, and you would do well to stop worrying about me so much." It was Brother Waladra responding to their earlier question. The monk had found himself a place to sit comfortably on, with a seat seemingly built from discarded rags and some clothes from other monks. "It is not broken, so I'll be up again by tomorrow. But I've heard that you have joined an effort to help the citizens. Just like Brother Leosin would have wanted", he continued as he shifted his injured leg on his seat.

"So indeed, rest now so that you can help them later. They need all they can have. We'll begin the more extensive search tomorrow if we have not found him by then, or at least that is what we've discussed while you were down there", he relayed the rest of his knowledge to the shining example of selflessness Brother Brightwood was in his eyes. Having said what he had to say, he leaned back and closed his eyes, muttering: "I should do the same..."

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For the next hour or two, nothing that remarkable happened. A few souls sought the music they could hear coming from somewhere nearby and a few even found the source, but none dared bother the bard. Orchid and Ramando had their naps, the storyteller and the human warrior did what they thought was best. The peace was broken eventually by the biggest uproar they had heard within the keep thus far. The message was travelling from one man to another and eventually it reached all of our heroes: The dragon had chosen to attack and all able bodies were expected to report on the battlements. NOW.