"We are running out of time!" Rhovanor, the elf yelled, helping the injured out of the wagon. The hooded man turned around to stare in horror as a man was charging right for them. But before he could even touch them he heard an arrow fly at him. The hooded figure pulled out his [I]Fortis[/I], the legendary blade glowing faintly. The creature ran towards something in the bushes, and Rilden jumped back a bit to see a Centaur hiding within. Just then the door opened up. A red haired woman looked rather confused at first, but when she saw that Rho was guiding the injured, she didn't hesitate to let them in. The hooded man turned to see the Centaur still standing there, and gave him a nod of appreciation, before he walked in as well.

Rhovanor pulled the cloth down from his face as he gently helped the woman lay the man on the table. The rest were inside, all soaking wet. "We were traveling to Sap when we saw that the city was attacked by Orcs. We took the survivors. Said you were the person to go to when you needed medical attention..." The man under the hood said. When asked if he could get the bottle, he nodded quickly, grabbing it, and handed it to her. He then pulled off his hood to reveal his face. A strong set jaw covered in a short beard, dark green eyes, and soaked brown hair now visible. "I'm sorry to bring them in the middle of the night... but we had no other choice." Rilden said, watching her treat the man who had been stabbed.