Caleb was eventually calmed to the point where his mother carefully picked him up and began to carry him out of the room. Vera gave a parting glance of worry to Meesei before she walked out. Darahil followed close behind and soon the three walked out of sight, Caleb's sobs fading with distance. Confirming that the situation was under relative control, Fendros motioned for Kaleeth to follow and walked after his charge.

On the stone floor, Oswall was breathing painfully as he was when Meesei reached him, but it seemed that shock was keeping him conscious. "I've had a bloody silver knife barbed into me, how do you think I feel-ah!" Oswall grimaced as he slightly shifted his abdomen, believing that the healing magic powered by the welkynd stone had fixed him completely. He remained as still as he could from then on. "Just get me a blasted stretcher and take me to-hng...take me to a place where the surgeons can take care of me. You have work to do, champion." Oswall waved one hand weakly, "Begone!"

One of the healers, a blonde Breton woman, spoke up far less aggressively than Oswall had. "Champion, we have a chamber with healing equipment and raised tables that we use to treat severe injuries, especially silver wounds. With what you just did, I believe he will remain stable enough for us to take him there." The healer looked around at the crowd, "It would be a better environment than here I think.