It seemed that things weren't as clean as they first appeared. Right after he called out, one of the guards staggered, collapsing to the ground, whereas another seemed to have a flash of red on his body, clearly a torso injury of some sort.

Jogging back to retrieve both his Herbal Pouch and his First Aid Kit, as well as a length of rope from his Survival Kit (Allereun was an orderly person who liked to separate things in different bags), the androgynous young man jogged down the hill. He blinked until his eyes became accustom to the slight adjustment in sharpness, before turning his attention to the man who had sustained the greatest injury.

The skill of the young, short-haired girl, however, was quite something, as, in the span of just a few minutes, had brought Fiore out of the danger of death. Nodding, with approval clear on his face, Allereun said, [b]“That was very well done. Shall I assume that you're the medic of the group then?”[/b]

Jerking his head to the side, directing her attention back to the bandit who had surrendered, he said, offering up a length of thick rope, [b]“If you can, please tie up that gentleman's legs, just in case he tries to make a run for it. You'll need him for further questioning, no? Or have you already wiped out the majority of the bandits plaguing these hills?”[/b]

While asking those questions, he got to work, first offering a cloth for Leifr to bite onto. Passing water over a second one, he carefully dabbed the cut, clearing away the dried blood in order to get a closer look at the shape of the injury. After that was done, the young man drew out a needle and thread, cleaning the tip of the needle with a splash of water as well, before getting to work.

Really, it would have been better if he had some alcohol with him, but the burly guardsman will just have to deal with the pain for now.

A small rhythm was built, as Alleruen's foot began to thump up and down, setting the pace for his needlework.